tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post6247620250703457072..comments2024-02-07T23:39:51.595-05:00Comments on The Contents of My Head: Crying, "Abba! Daddy!"--Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00634179030174821176noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-2411645268125955752013-11-06T20:16:21.390-05:002013-11-06T20:16:21.390-05:00That other entry is under September 2010. :)
That other entry is under September 2010. :)<br />--Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00634179030174821176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-54969064528461994762013-11-06T20:11:52.617-05:002013-11-06T20:11:52.617-05:00Fellow Survivor, it is GOOD to hear from you here....Fellow Survivor, it is GOOD to hear from you here.<br />Thank you for coming by.<br /><br />I do know that story, and I often think of it, the trust of knowing he has not left us as orphans, even when my feelings don't match.<br /><br />There's another entry on here, from a few years back, called Not Forsaken which might also tie in with what you're saying and feeling.<br /><br />Again--good to hear from you. Thanks for coming by.--Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00634179030174821176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-82623731276877593212013-11-06T19:38:17.352-05:002013-11-06T19:38:17.352-05:00Rebecca, beautiful post. Your thoughts are my tho...Rebecca, beautiful post. Your thoughts are my thoughts exactly. I too was an early believer, beginning when I was 13. I too felt much closer to God when I was younger and now he seems so distant, but I long for that connection again. I guess we both need to think about the poem "Footsteps in the Sand" Are you familiar with that? Basically, it was a story about a man who looked back at his life and saw two sets of footprints in the Sand and then one set disappeared. When he got to heaven he asked Jesus why he had abandoned him? Jesus said "I didn't abandon you, I was carrying you. Those are my footsteps in the sand, you were in my arms the whole time" Believe me, I know exactly the way you feel. And whoever wrote that poem had the same feeling. It is the same feeling Jesus had on the Cross, " Why have you forsaken me?" Anyway, that's the way I feel right now so I understand. <br /><br />I am posting under Anonymous but just because its easier, but I am Fellow Survivor.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-72842086884469724062012-07-31T19:27:22.782-04:002012-07-31T19:27:22.782-04:00MacoMan, thank you for reading and for commenting....MacoMan, thank you for reading and for commenting.<br />I have never considered that aspect of experiencing holiness before. I know in my head that you are correct about his total and complete presence. He says he is here; therefore, he is here. But to consider that it is his "otherness" that I cannot experience that proves his presence is a totally new thought to me. Thank you for giving me such a perspective to consider.--Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00634179030174821176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497430725885292880.post-86799793726134427272012-07-30T17:25:48.218-04:002012-07-30T17:25:48.218-04:00Often when we experience that "absence" ...Often when we experience that "absence" we are actually experiencing His holiness; for He is never anywhere other than totally and completely present in every aspect in every way in all of who you are. It is His Holiness that we find peculiar...like Moses hiding in the cleft of the rock, shying away (in a sense, experiencing an "absence") from the awesomeness of His Person.MacoManhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06615618788938961568noreply@blogger.com