He hurts again and follows a path he ought not go. I wonder where is the justice? When will my God follow through of his promise to spite my enemies?
I wonder when I got so hard, so worried about making it right, so incapable of forgiving the 77 times.
I wonder if I’m doing it right. Any of it. Is it pleasing to Him? His will, his way?
I wonder if I’ll ever quit caring about what they think—second guess every decision instead of just letting joy be joy.
I wonder if he will ever be healed. Will his words not ever sting and my attempts thrown in my face. Will I ever stop trying, putting myself out there knowing I will be hurt again, him incapable of returning what I offered.
In all my wondering, I forget it is He whom I must wonder on.
He will provide justice–and more, grace–in His way. He will give me grace to forgive. He will heal, both he and me. He will direct paths.
If I only marvel at him, give him my rapt attention, wonder at the person instead of wandering my own way. Then, the wondering and wandering will cease and true wonder begins.
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