Amusement...
I used to be amused. I used to have the time and space to create my own little world of perfection. I used to spend hours leading people around by their noses, because they refused to be sheep. They keep telling me to trust Him. I do. I trust Him to do exactly as He wishes -- every moment of Eternity. I trust Him to teach, counsel, smile, offer compassion, heal, support, tell jokes, and be absolutely wonderful.
I also expect Him to cheat on me by refusing the generosity of My Love for Him.
His choice.
I came down here to clear-up the air and water.
His choice.
I came down here with a plan for my life.
His choice.
Do you actually think, for one second, that my life is anything but a gift from God?
His choice.
He could -- and has attempted -- to kill me and to save me because He is incapable of making up His mind.
His choice.
Luci bet on this.
But He wanted me to complete my mission on His behalf.
His choice.
What?
Whose choice? Wait a second. Does the English language fall down when it comes to pronouns at the beginning of a sentence? His, him, boys, men...
Whose choice?
Oh right.
Her choice.
~AC
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