Just Do It My Way

In my younger days, I threw some legendary tantrums. I still do. I’ve been known to slam my fists, stomp my feet and pitch a fit before the throne of grace. And when I finally wind down–sobbing and sodden–the throne of grace becomes a rocking chair as my heavenly Father wraps me in His arms and gently tells me He has a better plan.


Isaiah 66:13 (NIV)
As a mother comforts her child,
so will I comfort you.

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3 Responses to Just Do It My Way

  1. God, I see that you’re aghast,
    for I’m a gentle thug.
    You see my days of future passed
    in pain; do You need a hug?
    I see the tears You weep for me,
    and also see that You
    wish You could end my agony;
    don’t blush, I know it’s true.
    It’s not a thing that You sent,
    the cancer’s killing blade.
    It’s just, well, how things went,
    and I am not afraid.
    I see Your pain, to watch me die,
    so here’s my shoulder; have a cry.

    And if I may, here’s just the perfect one-send video clip…

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