I can’t remember the last time I threw a temper tantrum with God.
No no, I remember the last time I got upset with God. But I cannot remember the last time I actually stomped around, doing what He has told me to do without an ounce of happiness or joy. As if I was saying, “Fine, I’ll obey. But I don’t have to be happy about it.”
The best part about it is that I could feel God with me the entire time. He never left me to my own devices, neither did He get impatient with my inability to obey with a smile and a nod. I’m sure that will come with time, but until then, He is patient with me. Continue reading