Ah, my Lord God. People accuse you of using them as pawns in the game of beating out Satan. They accuse you of having a life of ease in heaven while we do all the struggling here on earth.  Not so! You are always at work in the background keeping Satan’s emissaries away from us as much as we allow you to. You are always watching people follow Satan’s rebellious ways with artificial laughter as they destroy their lives and blame you for it. Do they not see? Do they not understand that you go through more pain and heartache than the world ever dreamed of? You watch us fall into the pit because they wouldn’t pay any attention to you, afraid you would ruin their fun. Oh, how you suffer for us, how you suffer for me. It boggles my mind to understand the love and passion you have for me. I must wear you out as you rush ahead of me and around me, trying to get me to turn back to you. Your grace is as high as the stars at the pinnacle of the universe. I worship you.

I know some people who love to quarrel when I am with them. I get drawn in. I know they are just setting me up by saying the opposite of what they know I believe. But I succumb to their temptations and begin defending what I believe. Solomon said not to answer a fool according to his folly.  Such people just say “jump” and those of us who step into their trap say, “How high?”. Slow me down Lord and help me change the subject or pray with them or walk away.

Thank you for your Bible so I don’t have to guess what you think, what you want, what you are like.  Thank you for solid words instead of fickle feelings. Jesus was your seeable word. Your Spirit is the readable word. You thought of everything to help my faith along.  And thank you for sunny mornings and color and breezes and birds singing. Oh beautiful, fresh mornings. Summer is almost here.