Rhonda,

Sometimes, my little girl still worries about sudden death at 
night.  My parents did the same things, and the vulgar language ...

I worry about my money.  I worry about my smoking.  I worry about my 
sudden depressions which come out of nowhere.  I worry about sleep 
walking in the night and hurting myself.  I want to trust GOD, and, 
after all HE has done for me, there are still times when I feel 
unworthy, unloved, and I doubt.  I worry because I feel out of sync 
even though I have been blind all my life.  It feels how can I say 
it, not natural, in fact, I hate it.  I want to see here on this 
planet, but I worry about DADDY JESUS restoring my vision.  I have 
incomplete faith as well.  I worry that I will be left behind at the 
Rapture and this scares me.

So you see, you aren't the only one who worries too much.


IN HIS MATCHLESS NAME,

purple Mari



At 01:39 PM 5/30/2007, you wrote:
>I used to be at a church where people didn't know the real me.  I made the
>mistake of letting them know how I felt, that sometimes at midnight unlike
>Paul I wasn't singing a song of praise but of  complaint and distress!
>My goodness!!
>These folks thought one need only  trust God....I did, and do, but sometimes
>I worry, I figure the best way to find help and answers is to tell  God how
>I feel, He already knows anyway so why pretend.
>I say things like:
>Father, I want to trust you, with all that concerns me, with all that might
>or could happen tomorrow, with all that happened yesterday.  I've trusted
>people before, and because they are imperfect, I was hurt, my confidence
>betrayed.  I've seen your faithfullness, you have a good track record, my
>past memories keep me from resting in your love.
>The little girl I once was...never received the love and attention she so
>longed for.  So today when my eyes fill with tears, instead of being like
>that little girl who was afriad to tell her parents what was wrong  because
>they would tell her that was nothing to cry about I run quickly to you and
>ask, "Whad do you say to this little girl, grown woman....who still worries
>in the night just as she did when her parents would  argue throwing chairs
>and breaking dishes!
>What do you have to tell her?
>In the stillness of this moment  I hear an answer,  just as clearly as
>though  someone were beside me
>You don't have  to be afriad, you aren't alone anymore, the night need not
>cause you to cry,
>You are loved, just as you are...never let anyone take that from you.
>
>Rhonda
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