waking up

How can one be blessed and still be unhappy?

How can one know the promises of God and still be miserable?

How can reality be reconciled with imperception?

I wonder about these things. I don’t like thinking about them, but maybe that’s because in my intellectual musings I fathom my weakness.

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Car was stolen, but now recovered. Much that was in it is now gone. Hopefully I will get everything back through insurance…

Part of me thinks God would be doing a disservice by returning things to someone who’s ungrateful.

Teach me something first, God.