We each have to accept responsibility for the people we let into our lives, and the things that we do. God isn’t punishing us, he should have that much time, To be responsible for everyones choices. That’s why he gave us Free Will. He said here are the gifts, and here is Free Will . Have at it, see what you can do with it, Screw it up any way you wish. But you will pay the consequences, not my by choice, but yours.
Once we get it, and accept tha,t and quit blaming God for our misfortunes, then things start to improve in our lives. I accepted that I made a mess of my life a long time ago. I wasn’t a victim, but a willing participant in my life. Making choices along the way, that if I could have undone them, I would have, but I couldn’t.
But the one thing I could do was not to blame God. He didn’t tell me to make the choices I made, And when I found love and he died, that was just a part of life. People die, that is the natural flow of things. And although it makes us sad, usually because we beat ourselves over the head about the things we should, or could have done for that person. It is a natural thing, we don’t live forever .
Like I said we are given red lights, but choose to make them pink. We are given the warning signs that someone isn’t right, and yet we forge ahead and then wonder when it goes south, how it happened.
I always say “we are God’s comic book” . He must laugh like hell with the decisions we make and the way we put ourselves into the “victim category.”
Shaking his head, all along saying “ you made the choices, not me.”
We have a very limited time here, and I really believe that no matter how depressed we get here, when that last breath is given to us, we wish we had one more.
A 43 year old friend of mine had a anurisum yesterday at work and was dead by 4:00. She left behind a little three year old boy and a loving husband, who will wake up today and have to tell the little boy why Mommy isn’t helping him get dressed.
That wasn’t her choice, but rather her time to leave. Why, when she had a life here? It was her time, she had done what she could do here. She was a beautiful, kind, sweet person who never found a negative thing in her life.
I wish I could be like her, for she will be remembered for the light she spread and the person she was. But I too have my moments of Pity Parties for myself, and I try then to ask myself, If I had to face God right now, would I ask him why he hurt me so much in this life.?
I don’t think I would choose to say that to the Great Creator, whatever you perceive that to be. I wouldn’t like the answer he would give, when he said “That was your choice not mine. I gave you roses, and you walked past them and picked up the Weeds.
Whose fault is that? Really?
Sandra Logan