Tonight I was wrestling with The Lord about what’s fair , and what isn’t. He is always so gentle with me when I act like such a child. I began to ask Him questions , much like a five year old does to their Father.
“But why me?” And ” That’s just not fair!”
He was quick to respond, after my ranting session.
He began to sweetly tell me what He did on the cross for me “wasn’t fair”. It wasn’t fair He lived a sinless life, so that I could be saved from an empty life here on earth, and then eternity in hell. It wasn’t fair he had to suffer so I could be in constant communion with his Father. It wasn’t fair he hung there infront of his mother, who loved him so, so that I could be having this conversation with Him right now. He did it all , and it was unfair. Which makes my life perfectly unfair. So who am I to judge what is fair and what isn’t? I don’t deserve fairness, but rather it was given to me as a gift. Because he loves me.
It’s a pretty freeing feeling, not being able to judge what’s fair.
It’s not my job, and dang… thats a load off my chest.