No Need To Question

I am usually a person who needs to know why and when and how long. For the first time in my life, I do not know the ending answers. But, I do have answers in the shapes of not words, but actions. Have you ever spent time asking God for miracles or answers to your problems month after month? You ponder in the back of you mind, how long it will be before this or that prayer is answered. You know that the Bible says prayers are answered. The problem for me, because I am human, I often want the answer that I want to hear. Not the answer that God wants me to hear. Sometimes I know God has given me an answer, and I refuse to believe it, waiting in my fantasy world for one that matches my desire, only to finally be forced to reconcile with the truth. There are even time when a miracle is given, we play the twenty-one question game, trying to dissect it, figure it out. How did this happen, when did I notice it. This is something that to me is a silly, child’s game, with no one winning. I don’t know why I try to figure out the unknown. If God wants me to know every detail, he will show it to me. He just wants me to accept, simply accept, with no questions and with grace and humbleness. A miracle is not to be taken lightly. You can not go to any store in the world and purchase  a miracle. I believe there was a miracle given in our home. I did the common mistake once again. I questioned it. I asked for my bloggers opinions. I did not just simply accept. Last night, Al said that God had spoken to him. He also said that he was dealing with Satan sitting on his shoulder.  I questioned all of this for one reason only. Al is mentally challenged. Was this really coming from me? Did I think that God only gives miracles and gifts to what is considered NORMAL people?  Last night after all was said and done, there came a peace over Al. The tremors, although, are still present, became much lighter, helping the physical body to relax a little. At one point, Al wanted a minister to be here. I believe this was from his fear of the unknown. The actions of having something out of the normal happening to him. This morning, when he woke up, the peace was hovering over his entire body. If you looked very closely and concentrated, you could almost see the glow of the halo over his head protecting him. He smiled at me. Not with that boy-man smile, but a genuine smile, like he had just experienced a wonderful night’s rest, and maybe he did. It is now late afternoon, and there have been no tears. The facial expression has had no frowns or questioning look. He told me I didn’t need to call the  minister. I am not going to question this new attitude, nor try to dissect it. I have had my prayer answered. For as long as it last, God granted my brother the peace that I so longingly have prayed for him to have.

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