It's so easy to get absorbed into our own world, especially when misery abounds. Even the slightest one. We tend to believe that we are the most depressed, most unfortunate and miserable soul there is around. Why do we lead ourselves to believe that? I guess it's true that we are born selfish and self-absorbed. Vain and conceited.
Why do we worry bout things we cannot control? Why do we allow ourselves to dwell in our own misery if it isn't doing us any good? Why do we subject ourselves to such pain? Why do we love to hate others and find someone to point a finger at? Why do we wait to condemn and judge others? Why do we choose to believe that everything is going wrong? It's so much easier to stay miserable than to choose to live in what we have and what we've been given. Perhaps we want to remain that way. Perhaps we want to stay connected to the past, so that we can remember. Why is it so hard to get over certain things? We are such a pathetic lot.
We build the dramas around our own life and blame it on circumstances. We reject and cry about the consequences of our own actions. Like children we sulk in misery bout our plight. When will we ever learn? When will we ever grow up? Our lives are so miserable by our own standards and we fail terribly to see the unsurmountable blessings and potentials and future that we have. Why is the cup half empty?
Why did God bother about us? Through the age of time, we have never proven better. If anything, we've only become worst. Never learning from mistakes. The human race is destroying themselves as they wage war against each other in selfish ambitions and vain conquests. I imagine that God could no longer bear us with the broken hearts His children have caused Him time and again. We never learn.
How awesome is His love and great are His promises from generations to generations He will keep. His grace and mercies are new everyday, and renewed everyday. Who am I that You should call me by name and placed in accordance to Your plans. That You would call me anointed. What kind of God are You? That You would still love me.
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