I wonder. When famine becomes real, will we bless His Name? Will we thank Him for the manna or whine for quail? When our mouths are dried from thirst, will we cry out for the Living Water or wished we were back in Egypt?
My thoughts and knowledge about myself scare me. Do I know me? Do I know Him? Does He know me?
I wonder. When famine becomes real, will we bless His Name? Will we thank Him for the manna or whine for quail? When our mouths are dried from thirst, will we cry out for the Living Water or wished we were back in Egypt?
My thoughts and knowledge about myself scare me. Do I know me? Do I know Him? Does He know me?
I have a feeling we are soon going to find out who we are. And I have not a dab of faith in me.
I understand. I wonder if I only trust Him because life is pretty good and relatively easy compared to third world or second world (is that a thing?) standards. I don't really want to know the answer . . . or maybe I already do . . .
I wonder. When famine becomes real, will we bless His Name? Will we thank Him for the manna or whine for quail? When our mouths are dried from thirst, will we cry out for the Living Water or wished we were back in Egypt?
My thoughts and knowledge about myself scare me. Do I know me? Do I know Him? Does He know me?
I have a feeling we are soon going to find out who we are. And I have not a dab of faith in me.
I understand. I wonder if I only trust Him because life is pretty good and relatively easy compared to third world or second world (is that a thing?) standards. I don't really want to know the answer . . . or maybe I already do . . .