June
Father, sometimes your ways make no sense to me. Your commands seem to contradict your promises. Your methods appear to undermine your purposes. I want to obey, but obedience feels foolish. I want to trust, but circumstances scream that you're wrong. I want to surrender, but what you're as
June
God told Abraham to sacrifice Isaac - the son of promise, the child Abraham waited decades to receive, the heir through whom God swore to bless all nations. The command made no sense. Kill the son who was supposed to fulfill the promise? Murder the child God miraculously provided? How coul
June
My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways. As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts. When you can't understand My methods, trust My character. I see what you can't see. I know what you don't kno