the Seeking Years- May 11, 2021

In my twenties I said to God:

“I can’t stand it when I don’t feel Your love.

It’s horrible, depressing, I ache and . . .”

He interrupts,

“Would you rather be tortured

starving homeless crippled abused

blind or terminally ill?

“But Lord”, I say, “that is exactly what it feels like.”

God sighed,

“My son, what do you think brings me closer?”