Isaiah 45:9 King James Version (KJV)
Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy work, He hath no hands?
Also says it in new testament.
My question to God would be, so I'm going to be afflicted with all this pain and then not be able to say the very words I long to scream at God? Yet....
The day I found this scripture, I was so upset. Then I went to bed, and woke up and picked my phone up and it was 11:00pm. Went back to sleep woke up at 1:00am exactly. Went back to sleep woke up at 3:00am exactly. Now it's God to me and all I feel is comfort and excitement. Wake up and pick my phone up at 3:30am exactly. I was so happy. Peace came over me and somehow I fell back asleep. Woke up, and got up, at 7:00am exactly.
Father God in heaven you know this to be true, and I thank you now for your comfort because my rage is instant and though I try to rid myself of blasphemy, when I'm severely hurting constantly Lord I just can't help it, for who can praise you in the grave?
Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy work, He hath no hands?
Also says it in new testament.
My question to God would be, so I'm going to be afflicted with all this pain and then not be able to say the very words I long to scream at God? Yet....
The day I found this scripture, I was so upset. Then I went to bed, and woke up and picked my phone up and it was 11:00pm. Went back to sleep woke up at 1:00am exactly. Went back to sleep woke up at 3:00am exactly. Now it's God to me and all I feel is comfort and excitement. Wake up and pick my phone up at 3:30am exactly. I was so happy. Peace came over me and somehow I fell back asleep. Woke up, and got up, at 7:00am exactly.
Father God in heaven you know this to be true, and I thank you now for your comfort because my rage is instant and though I try to rid myself of blasphemy, when I'm severely hurting constantly Lord I just can't help it, for who can praise you in the grave?