When Your Sea Doesn’t Part

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  1. Paige says:

    Excellent and real Michael… Thank you. Amen. and Amen.

    “did not receive what was promised”….

    I know now that my expectations and disappointments have been largely because I was expecting incorrectly. I believed incorrect doctrine…. Oh, not doctrine of Who Jesus is, but what God’s intent for my life was to be. His plan is to conform me to the Image of Christ, and He was ‘not of this world”. He suffered. He came to die. He was slandered and betrayed. He wasn’t spared the suffering, blasphemy and all the other hideous experiences.

    All of my 48 years years of being a believer, I have mistakenly believed that God’s love and ‘deliverance’ would apply to my circumstances and difficulties in this life, even tho Jesus plainly stated that ‘in this world you WILL have tribulation”…

    How have I remained so blind for so long. God is so faithful in His patience with me. Am I finally getting it now? I don’t know, but I hope so.

    Jesus was a Man of Sorrows, Acquainted with Grief…. why would I expect anything less in life?

  2. Em says:

    …. Thinking of all the misleading teaching out there – TV in spades – too many people sucked in to a belief that Faith is the coin that activates the big material Dispenser in the Sky… what an insult to the Eternal, Holy God – Christians were never meant to be parade soldiers (that might come later, thoug.. dunno)

    I came to the Faith before prosperity doctrines began … The “joy of the Lord” is an incomparable reality… Strength to go trough, indeed. Like Paige and most who are Redeemed the journey was way more challenging than we expected at the start of our journey
    Thank you, Michael …… again. ?

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