"Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion?
Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life.
I'll show you how to take a real rest.
Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it.
Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.
I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you.
Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly."

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v.3
"A man's own folly ruins his life, yet his heart rages against the Lord."

We often wonder why evil occurrences are allowed in this world.
If our Father is good, then he must only give good,  right?

Why is it, that we are so uncomfortable with the idea that if there is a good God, bad things cannot happen?

The story is not simple, there are many things to consider.
I will not water down grief, pain or suffering...
Those are real, and those are solid.
Anger is understandable, rejection is understandable.

But the heart of the Christian faith begins with looking at myself and realizing that my hands are dirty, that I am implicit.
The folly is all mine.

And God dirtied his hands, to make my folly a little more beautiful, to grow a little purpose, and to buil a little more restoration.

When evil is done to me the folly is not mine. But it is also not the Lord's.

He loves me more than I know. I cannot begrudge him in my anger because another person's folly has ruined my life.

It is hard to say these words, because there are counter arguments coasting through my head.
But I believe this is my God.

Father, you know my folly.
Thank you for dirtying your hands to save me.