In contemplation, I am baffled on why I question my decisions at times. I can chose certain routes to take and find myself asking, "Are you sure?" In reflection, I believe I have found the answer.
I am human. No more...no less. God has already written what I am to do.
The questioning of my decisions is me knowing I have switched writers. A writer may envision and write stories, but the Author ultimately garnishes the praise. Some may say, "Is that not one in the same?" Formidably, yes it may be. However, as a writer myself, I am well aware I have written many stories, and they were never praised. Not due to lack of content, but due to lack of my Author's approval.
I know right form wrong because I can see it. I know the sky is blue because I can see it, yet how do I know God?
Reflectively, the same reason I question certain decisions... because I can feel Him.
Blessings,
DLR
I am human. No more...no less. God has already written what I am to do.
The questioning of my decisions is me knowing I have switched writers. A writer may envision and write stories, but the Author ultimately garnishes the praise. Some may say, "Is that not one in the same?" Formidably, yes it may be. However, as a writer myself, I am well aware I have written many stories, and they were never praised. Not due to lack of content, but due to lack of my Author's approval.
I know right form wrong because I can see it. I know the sky is blue because I can see it, yet how do I know God?
Reflectively, the same reason I question certain decisions... because I can feel Him.
Blessings,
DLR