Monday, December 9, 2013

I rebuked myself... excuse me

Tastes sour on the ego, but at least I now see it the way it is, instead of feeling not good enough to be in on the little secret or something. I am thinking of a line from Shrek:
 
I was upset thinking that I obviously was not intelligent or persevering enough because people that I greatly respected saw something that I did not, I searched and searched trying to see what I had missed but ultimately only drawing closer to the same conclusion every time.
 
Then it hit me, And this ought not be seen as any little thing either though it might get overshadowed by a constant out pouring. There are simply things that I am not supposed to know, and not searching will uncover them, it is a protection, to maintain my peace of mind. With that I wonder well, are others less loved that become disillusioned where I have not? the answer is no. the thing tested is always the same how well we accept the things we don't know, ugh, it is that big ugly word that covers anything misunderstood. I ought to say shrouds. No, not grace, but faith. given what you do know, what do you believe? It tests the character of a person. We all deserve what we get. cause I start to feel sorry for others and think that id only the had the tools that I do, but that know as much as is necessary.
 
Pause for a thought about Abraham and Sarah. She did not see at the time, but a great blessing of her life was that she was able to be educated by the greatest masters on earth and taught truths that were not available any other place than the pharaoh's schools. So, we have plenty of evidence that things that are not understood are for our good. Our own ignorance is part of it.
 
Sum up: not knowing things does not mean you are not trusted. And it is not favor or preference to know or not know things it is all about what you esteem most, for some that trial is a death of a loved one, or there is a story regarding someone being asked to give his wife to another. for some it is tithing, others facial hair. In the end it boils down to what do you more than profess to love.

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