Cowabunga
by redrose416
There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that there is a God. He knows me implicitly, he totally gets me. He sees my quirks and my propensities from a mile away, and is always prepared to counter them in every difficult situation that I find myself in (or get myself into). And my faith is reinforced every day, most of the time not because I ask for it directly, but because he knows that I trust that I’m not only going to get through the hard stuff, but that I expect to LEARN something from it. I expect it. And the learning gives me more faith, which allows him to give me more difficulties, more puzzles, which I, now, always find a satisfying answer to (always! so cool…) It’s an always-surprising, yet bizarrely comforting life I’ve finally found, because I know I’ll never be given more than I can handle. And, often, I’m given some pretty tough puzzles…
…which, as he knows, to me, is a nod of confidence. And that is the absolute coolest.
When I’m thrown something hard, now, it is no longer a hit, no longer something that (at least, eventually) depresses me. It’s a vote of confidence, and I always know that I have the exact tools I need to solve any situation. Or, at least, the personal mental/physical capabilities to find the tools needed.
Totally cool.
Thank you, Father.