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WHEN GOD SEEMS FAR...

"SEEMS" is the right word to use...is God really far...
my Darlene Cece winans said "so far yet so close"

I remember sitting in the hospital ward watching my little one
struggle for dear life and I thought to myself...GOD please help me
how could you let this happen to me.. I have loved you from my youth, served you with all my heart,
I know I am far from perfect but my love for you is undeniable.
How on earth could this be happening.

I hear the doctors talking amongst themselves in hushed tones, I know what the are saying
but my ears are shut...I KNOW THE ALMIGHTY GOD...this is not his will.. she would not die
I try to tell them, I try to convince them but its man's report against God's.
In my darkest hour, even when I couldn't feel him, He was right there, you know how I know because His word says so " I would never leave you or forsake you". I Choose to have faith and not fear, whatever the devil had planned God's promises superseded it.
I was going to stand strong, have faith and not stop believing.. No matter what I saw, felt or heard, God has said it, HE is no liar HE would come through for me.


I Don't know what situation or circumstance or issue makes it "seem" like God is far or has forsaken you.
Deuteronomy 31:6 says it very beautifully in the NIV" Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the lord goes with you: he will never leave you nor forsake you"
HE is not a man.. HE never lies...HE is with you dear child of God , Stand strong, don't change your confession, don't stop believing.. YOU WOULD TESTIFY..........I DID.

Comments

Ayo Rotimi said…
Hmmm, there a countless times when God seemed far, but testify, we must.
Ifeoma Eugene said…
Halleluyah! I'm glad,cos those who trust him do not see shame.thankGod!He never forsakes us even when everyone does! What a God!

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