I could demand that things stop going as they are, and tell the Director of my life to clean up this script. I could otherwise fling aside the role He has given me to play and compose my own.
However, the Director of my life is not a mere human author.
I serve God. That is, God. He is the Power beyond all powers, and I am not. He is the Authority of all passing events, and I am a small feminine mortal. This is reality: I must bow.
Why, because my human heart has reached itís toleration threshold, should I begin to believe that my GOD is not competent to guide our lives?
Should I go and compose my own plot? It would be enough that my God has the Authority for me to surrender and pay Him homage, but my God loves me. YES. The High Prince of the Universe loves me and attends to me every moment.
Why, because my fallible heart has reached itís toleration threshold should I begin to believe that Love Almighty has grown cold?
This is what itís like when small, fallible mortals receive the attention , affection and assistance of a star-breathing Divine. If I want a mighty Power like this in my life, should I not be prepared to be out-reasoned and over-powered?
Because He loves me and knows how to rule, I will bow.