A Day of Rest
Just started reading Genesis again and the thought hit me, why did God need to rest on the 7th day? It’s kind of one of those “Duh” moments, but obviously because he had worked hard at this whole creation thing for the last 6 days.
I think this stands out to me a little but because we seem to think that simply makes things a reality, by a thought or a spoke word it’s just done. This verse tells another story, that after 6 days he was exhausted and needed a day to rest and recover, weather that is physically or mentally it does not say. I also have no doubt that God could have carried on from that day till this one without stopping, but that’s not the story we are given.
What are your thoughts?
If I were a Democrat, this would be my plan…
If I were a Democrat, this would be my plan.
I want to see all guns, of every type, banned because that way the bad guys and the republicans won’t have them.
Which is ok because guns are not needed to defend anything; like the land I live on, the faith I choose to, or not to practice in, the flag, my children, or even my right to vote to ban guns.
And even if some bad guy does my chance get his hands on a gun, by going around the law, and is holding it to my daughters head as he rapes her, it’s ok because the government will take care of her. Free medical for all the damage done right, oh unless she is old, or crippled, or the doctors are too busy, or she already reached her quota of medical coverage for the year.
Glad I am not a Democrat…
Where is God in my life?
This summer seems to have set me into a drift pattern around things that are of God. I am on the edges, but seem to be having a hard time engaging. Last fall and spring some of the people who were examples to me in their walk have suffered some hurts and chosen to take another path. As a part of that the brotherhood I felt with these men seems to be have cut off. For the last several months I have tried to say there was no hurt in that, but I was wrong. I do feel hurt and keeping that in a bottle seems to have driven somewhat of a wedge in between God and myself.
I know it’s there; I can see it but am not quite sure what to do about it from there. I am praying more, am readying more and trying to surround myself with a Godly environment, but still feel lifeless if you know what I mean.
Anyone else ever felt this way?
