Dear God, Thanks for Letting Me Cuss at You

This is a “real read” (extract from the original):

“Thanks for not forcing wholeness on me.

I begged for change, pleaded you to break my defenses by force, to stage the revolution I thought I needed. Why are you withholding healing? Why won’t you fix me? You insisted on tenderness: I will not take what you won’t give. “Fixing you” would require intimacy that would feel like a violation. That process would be more terrible than this. I want you whole, but I refuse to damage you in the process.

Thank you Sarah – and thank you Steve for posting! Why not pop across and read the whole post – I am glad I did!

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