Thank you for the post brother.
Jesus is good. In all that He does, He is good.
When I falter and begin to move away, He allows for me to go through trials in order to bring me back to Him. When I become prideful, He allows me to be humbled, in order to move back to Him. When I begin to worry about life, He steps in to remind me that He is in control and that I am not. When I am broken hearted, He comes to comfort me through His love. When I walk through trials, the Lord allows me to be tested and tried, in order to grow in strength in Him. When I cry, the Lord hears my cry and prayer, and accepts my prayer.
He is good. The Lord is good. All that the Lord does is good. I am humbled and amazed that He would call me His own. Psalm 6:8-9, "...For the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping. The LORD has heard my supplication; The LORD will receive my prayer."
James Smith says it better then I....
I would have destroyed God if I could — and have blotted His name out of creation! The language of my heart and life was, "No God for me!" My heart was filled and fired with enmity against Him, and at times I could have cursed Him to His face!
I hated His law.
I despised His gospel.
I abhorred His people.
If I could — I would have crushed His cause!
How astonishing that such a wretch was allowed to live!
How astonishing that God had not crushed me by His power, and sentenced me to Hell!
But, O the longsuffering, the patience, and the sovereign grace of God! He bore with me. He loaded me with his benefits. He determined to win me with His love. Nevertheless I sinned yet the more, and provoked Him with my ungodly conduct. O how surprising that I am not in Hell! Surely there are many already in Hell — who were never such great sinners as I have been!
But, the Lord is good, ready to forgive, and plenteous in mercy unto all those who call upon Him. He put a cry into my heart, He listened to that cry, and made me a new creature in Christ Jesus. He unveiled my enormous wickedness before the eyes of my mind, which filled me with confusion, despondency, and shame. He laid me in the dust, and seemed to doom me to despair. He . . .
crushed my proud spirit,
destroyed my infernal enmity against Him,
and melted me into contrition with His love.