Bad people and Good people

Why do I do this?

I tend to classify people as good or bad!

EW! I get so frustrated with myself.

People are all just people and we all have good and bad. We all need Jesus.

But I do this thing where I classify people as good and say good things happen to good people.

Then I say bad things happen to bad people.

Then I think when I have a miscarriage or something bad happens that it's because I am a bad person.

Not necessarily logical!

Or I think about the fact that we could be GOOD parents as opposed to BAD parents. Then we have a miscarriage. Does God think we'd be bad parents..is that why this bad thing has happened? Oh sigh!

Anyhow....that's that.

My head is crazy!

Shannon

Love is....

Love is....

when there is nothing you've done to get it

nothing you can do to take it away

When it's just freely given..........

~Shannon

Blessings

Sometimes, when you least expect it, God uses people or situations in ways you never could have imagined. Then you see His provision and you know that He is good. He is faithful. He always keeps His promises. There have been some things in my life lately that I just look at with awe when I realize God has worked out certain things. Some relationships have been strengthened. Walls have been broken down. Burdens have been lifted. I know that all of these good things come from my Heavenly Father. But sometimes...it's so hard  to see it. But when I step back and start counting my blessings, I realize how numerous they are and good God is.

Lord, thank you for being my Provider, Protector, and Shelter. Thank you for bringing relationships and things into my life that have helped me through the tough times. You are a good God. You are a perfect God and no matter what is happening, I know that you know best. I am so sorry that sometimes I don't trust you and that sometimes I don't prepare my fields. God, thank you for Jesus, and for your forgiveness. Thank you for giving me my daily bread even when I am not grateful for your provision, which is more than sufficient. Thank you for starting to bring healing to some weak spots in me. Lord, mold me and shape me into what you want me to be. Even when it hurts, Lord, take my weakness and use it to bring you glory. Keep me safe from Satan's reach, that I might be safe from the grips of the evil one, but when temptations and struggles do come, help me to see you, glorify you, and praise your name. You are good. You are loving. You are perfect. I adore you, Abba Father, and I will always be grateful for the love that you have shown me through Jesus Christ. No amount of hurt can take that away. No pain can separate me from you. Amen. And....Love, Shannon.