God knows I’ve diagnosed everything wrong with me and others: My relationships. But, if everything has an explanation, faith would be moot. I am infinitely valued and infinitely complex. I am God’s unique child–not another like me.
Though I compare my self to other selves, there is no comparison.
Creation without me is senseless. For I AM!
There is no creation without me, for as long as I am ordained to be. Which is forever!
I don’t think God intends me to understand all things. What would be the point of faith then? As a child needs a parent, so I need my divine Parent.
Not a nice-to-have.
A fundamental and desperately hopeless–without hope–NEED.
It’s how I was made. To fundamentally need to know my Origin.
The Tree of Knowledge’s fruit is forbidden NOT because it hurts God. Directly. But only because God hurts, knowing that *I* hurt when I try to eat its fruit.
Its fruit is too big, chokes me. Not because of some inferiority, or curse. Or decree that I must be subservient to a master.
I cannot know all–even about my own self. I am too gloriously and unfathomably rich and complex. And that unknowability–even of
–makes me ache.
When I ache, my loving Parent aches more than I.
THAT is love. Love is immeasurably more than knowing, understanding.
Love is everything.
And even when it doesn’t come from my way?…
It’s coming from the Other Way…
Neil D. 2021-02-15 (originally February 15, 2019]
Related: Young Messiah: “There’s still so much that I don’t know. But I do know this… I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts. Someday you’ll tell me why else I’m here. I don’t know when. But you will. I know that. Because… Father, I am your child.”