I was just thinking about remembering about my own miscarriage today and yesterday and also, about problems this Mormon bishop's wife started having, in Tacoma, right after they tried to give some helpful advice. His wife began having horrible pains and they had to go to the hospital. Because I know what happened with me was not natural, in D.C., I have also wondered about that man and his wife. He was afraid, this Tacoma guy, who had dared to say, out loud, that there were powerful groups working against me. Shortly after we talked, when I called next, he was too afraid to talk about it more. I felt, intuitively, that someone heard our conversation, and later, decided to punish him and his wife. Never have I wished this on anyone. And I wouldn't do anything myself hoping something bad happens. But I finally prayed, because I believe God's power IS greater, and the warnings and pleas, where I have been willing to do almost anything and have tried so hard, and where I've been innocent and my son has been innocent...after so many months and years of this, I prayed to God for justice. Only those who hate me and my son would know it applies to them. Those who harm us, and try to keep us down, seen and unseen, and the unseen are even worse I'm sure. But this is why I prayed what I prayed. And if God believes it's right, it will happen,and if not, then it won't. I never pray my will, but his alone and yet I believe I can come to God like David and ask for justice and help.
There is a difference between taking matters into ones own hands and praying and allowing God to decide.
But after knowing all that's happened to others, I hope God considers this to be a season for justice.
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