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biddies.
Know this for sure! No one goes out of the sight - the mother/father sight, not the spy/judge sight - of God for one instant.
And no one is ever out of "hearing distance" for this loving God to hear the softest whisper of fear,joy, sorrow, or thanksgiving.
And so this ancient gentleman bears his soul to the darkened corner of his room - his lonely room.

His memories flood over him with ghost - like presence.
Those he has wronged point their fingers of condemnation. And those he has failed look upon him with disappointment that kills his very soul - or would if souls could be killed.
And those who had hoped great things for him in his youth have hanging heads of dreaded disillusion as they view his actual achievement - or lack of it.
But God truly sees only His child, His dear beloved child. Not because "Love is blind" or because God just refuses to see the hurtful truth. it is because God truly sees things as they
really are. All that we typically see as failure, sin, or losing, God sees as a non - thing, an illusion that struts its way across our sight for a moment as though it had substance
but actually means no more than a whif of cloud in the wide sky or a momentary thought in the wide eyed mind of a child dreaming dreams.
God sees us as we really are. People are God's experimenters who are sent to earth on loving missions of gathering bouquets of experience for God's banquet table. These flowers his
experimenters pick are of all hues and shapes and sizes, which men call good, bad, sad, happy, and all manner of variations in between. But God sees them all as
beautiful and all as part of the landscape of life.
Nor does God bless some for bringing only bouquets of the good or look with disfavor on others who bring those of bad.
For God thanks us all with His love, for we all do well who come and live and die.
For being born is simply coming to gardens that God has provided, and living is the picking of the flowers we choose, and dying is the going home with our bouquets raised in the proud
offering to our very pleased parent who sent us on our mission.
Be not discouraged ancient gentleman - for your darkened, silent room is only the moment before you take your own bouquet home and hear the joyful and loving acceptance of your offering by your very proud and grateful Father!

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