My Struggles are about him. Part II
I love God’s sense of humor, His sense of timing and His complete and perfect ability to have things fall into place at the exact right moment for everything to begin to make sense (at least for a few brief moments of clarity, before the wind of the day changes and things become confusing again). I thought about the hidden meaning in the title of the chapter. My struggles are about him (my son) or Him our Heavenly Father. As I could not seem to stop thinking about the nature of suffering, this was a huge indicator that God was leading me in the direction to take a deeper look at it in relation to myself. Don’t-cha just hate it when that happens. A very dear friend and me were having our near daily conversations, she and I are in very similar boats with regards to living with rebellion. She made a comment to me that has been stuck in my thoughts since I hung up the phone with her. She said and I quote “There are different levels of surrender.” You see we talk about this all the time. We...