It was not about me. It has never been. When he opened the door I entered. It was not my choice. It was not my method. It was not my desire. Due to obedience I walked. At times, I have struggled. I’ve cried as I died. I held on and continually requested his assistance. For it was not about me.
It was about him. He wanted this door. He wanted this method. It was about his works. It was about his desires. It was about his deeds. I just had to be a participant. At times I admit with no real understanding. With no desire to even be involved. He did this in spite of me.
He accomplished the works he prepared beforehand. The ones he had designed for me. The ones I had previously asked him to fulfill. What amazes me is that there were times when I was not even a willing participant. Yet He did it in spite of me.
When I was finally able to understand...I stopped in amazement...And I thank him for being part of his plan...His works...His deeds. He achieved them in spite of me.
Copyright 07/2011
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