Most Merciful, Most Kind

Most of us have this preconceived notion that our life should either be this way or that.

An inner rendition of how our lives should evolve.

Especially when we are not granted our desires, it is only right that we kick, scream and cry our grievances. With or without an audience.

Never mind that we are in good health. Or that we at the very least, have access to information in this tumultuous day and age.

If science explains creation then faith explains science.

Why has this surge in technology eroded our faith? We hear the stories past down from a lost age, have education to multiply opportunities for salvation and praise. Yet, why do more and more people these days scream they need miracles in order to believe?

We are but mere creations in this vast universe.

Can You part the red sea again?
Revive the dead?
Or at least feed the thousands?
Show me! Make me believe!

What is the use when we possess eyes that do not see, or hearts that no longer feel?

Why do we discount the fact that miracles are happening everyday. Perhaps just in a different way.

The seas are still parted, now perhaps by tsunamis;
the dead are revived via CPR, giving people another chance at life;
and the thousands are being fed on the kindness and awareness offered by non-profit organizations.

Thy will be done.

Isn’t our own body a testament to a Greater Being? And even after it all, we discount the miracles; the same way we forget You in more fortunate times.

You ask why He has forsaken you. He asks you that same question.

How can You forgive us? Time after time.

We ache as we count the could-have-beens, our desires, our wants. Our world revolves only among ourselves. Our own glorified lives.

Us. Us. Us.

Rage. Fear. Sorrow.

We cry to the heavens, shaking our fists to whatever and whoever that comes along. I ache more then you. I suffer more then you. I am in pain. I only ask for a teeny tiny bit. I ask only for this.

I. I. I. Me. Me. Me.

Why do we need to carry these burdens alone?!
Can you even see Him carrying you through it all...
even though we're responsibile for spinning this web of turmoil ourselves.

He never allows us to endure more then what we can bear.
This He promises.

Are we not alive and well?
Are we not able to reason?
Are we not taught the way?
Then surely there must be a way to overcome this.

See the man who has to feed his children from the trash.
Feel the pain of the woman undergoing chemotherapy.
Drink the same water of the child that scoops his drink from drains.
Do we not possess the freedom that choice brings?

Rather then compare our sorrow, why not count our blessings? Perhaps it is the time to recognize His calls and to return under His wings.

Life goes on regardless of how we live it. And only He can forgive the countless times we have strayed.