OMG. . .In So Many Ways

Stepping Over. . . Part Two

"Better Than a Hallelujah"

Sometimes – probably more often than I realize – sometimes God hears me!

OMG. . .of course He does.

And sometimes – probably not as often as I should – sometimes I hear him.  And I know it’s Him.  And I feel him chiseling away at the wall I have built.  The wall of anger.

In this case an email exchange.

“Should we expect an easy or fulfilling life? What if life is just what happens and we choose our reaction?”, came a reaction to my last post.

OMG. . .In So Many Ways.  Life is just what happens.  Don’t have to like it.  Can stomp my feet.  "It’s just not fair."  God gets that.  He’s not upset if I choose the victim role. 

Yup.  Life is just what happens.  I choose my reactions.  I know.  Easier said than done.  Ultimately, what else is there to do?

After this email exchange, I’m listening to a song by Amy Grant:

We pour out our miseries.

God just hears a melody

Beautiful, the mess we are

The honest cries of breaking hearts

Are better than a Hallelujah

There it is.  Confirmation.  My miseries are His melody. When I cry out “it’s not fair.”  When I stomp my feet in anger.  It’s better than a Hallelujah. Because I’m not pretending.

I’m saying “For now, God, this is the best I can do.”

God answers, “That’s better than a Hallelujah”

OMG. . .In So Many Ways.