Acceptance

Acceptance. We all struggle with it. With ourselves, with others. Why? I have been thinking about this a lot lately. I myself have a problem with it... which is probably why I have been thinking about it so much. lol. Back to subject. Starting with myself / yourself... why is self acceptance so hard? Truly! If I believe in my Amazing Creator, and the fact that He knows all things, that He knows the Best in Everything... why is it so hard to accept the fact that He has created me to His desire. He has a purpose for you, for me. He has that Perfect Plan. The way I look, is perfect. I am, you are, a beautiful person. Yes, I mean that. God created us this way, so of course. It may not be perfect in my eyes, or in my fellow human peoples eyes. But, than what is? So I become discontented with the way I look, or the way I act, etc... and spend ever so much time trying to change this, so that my peers may look at me and think well of me. It's all about lifting myself up. Right? Obviously God did not give me this life to spend dwelling on myself and how defective I am. My life is for His Glory. Just a reminder.
     Accepting others... When I am not accepting of others I find it easy (personally) to gossip about this person. If I don't watch it I find myself watching this person (and though I may not be so ready to admit it),subconciously though it may be, for faults, for that 'irritating thing'. Does it make me feel better to pick on my peer? Is it a way of trying to lift myself up, by putting them down? Just questions I have to wonder about. I need to remember that God has created them as well as me, and that I really do not know what they are dealing with, personally. Perhaps they are struggling to walk through life, maybe they don't know my Father. Most of all, when I stop and think about it, my problem with accepting others will usually come back to self acceptance. Think about it.

I have a Reason

     " I have a Reason", He said. " It is in My Plan."

     "Why God?" I cried. " Can You pleas tell me why? I mean, I know you're good and all. I know that You loved him; I know that You have a Reason, but, why? " I buried my face, my thoughts in a tumult.

     Softly, God picked me up; He held me, and wiped away my tears. All was silent, and than, He said, "I have a Reason. It is in My Plan. "

     "But, you already..."

     "Shhh, be still. Have patience."

     I sat, quietly waiting, feeling shamed, yet still, though my lips were silent, my brains was whispering.... Why? why? why?

     Then, He spoke.... "I looked down, and I saw him, your friend. I was speaking to him for a long time... I was working with him. Daughter, every time a prayer was sent to Me, interceding for him, his soul, I spoke to him. I talked to him, and he was listening. Slowly, he began to change. He read My Book, and I spoke. He visited My House, I spoke. He talked to Me, and again I spoke. We talked through song. Dear one, I looked down on him, and I saw that door opening., and quietly, I spoke. I looked down and saw him, a sinner. He had had such a hard life, Satan had bombarded him for so long, and now, he was opening his hearts door. I loved him, and than, that morning, I saw him again. He had struggled enough, and it was time to take him Home. I allowed that accident to happen. No child, it was not mere Time and Chance, and in the minutes after the accident, I spoke to him. I told him I loved him, and that I wanted to help him to the Other Side. Gently, ohhh so gently, I picked him up, and took him to be with Me. It was, My Plan..."

     It grew quiet, and as I sat, a feeling of awe crept over me, and through my tears, I looked up, and embraced my Father.