Not too long ago, when my husband and I took our 4-legged kids out one night, I like to look up to the heavens and say hello to Jesus and Almighty God. One particular night, I don't remember if I was having a particularly bad day, but I remember asking Jesus to come and get me soon....that night even. He asked me if I wanted the blood on my hands of the people who could be saved but weren't because I wanted Him to come back for us before it was time. Of course I was a little shocked, and tried to look at the situation through His eyes. I felt so foolish, really. There is not ONE need that He hasn't supplied for me. I have a wonderful husband, thank You, Lord, a nice home, food on the table, a sister whom I now get along with, a son I am very proud of (the good proud), clothes for my back, all of you wonderful people, great friends from Missouri to Florida to New York, wonderful 4-legged kids, a mother-in-law who is the epitome of a giving Christian, a vehicle I feel safe driving and riding in, 3 gorgeous healthy granddaughters, great doctors and medication to help me, and the list goes on and on. Why are God's gifts never enough? Why do I complain? I realize that pain will do that, but I'm no one special. I hope I'm not the only one here, but if I am, I want to say here and now.....I'm a spoiled brat and He proved it to me that night. He was firm in what He told me. The Voice was stern, but still loving, and I shut my mouth rather quickly and felt ashamed. I don't receive a stern answer most times, but that night I did. I don't like being taken to the wood shed, but I deserved it that night because of my whinning. I feel like I am the only one. Am I? Have you been taken to the wood shed recently or ever? Please let me know I'm not the only one!,
This post gave me goose bumps the size of goose-eggs Cuz!
Why? you may (or may not) be asking..... is because it reminds me of a similar incident I had with Christ MANY MANY moons ago (I was around 35 at the time).
I love late night TV.... I've suffered with insomnia for longer than I care to remember and on this particular sleepless night I happened to land on a Channel that was showing some of the most horrific images of Children ravaged by the atrocities of War that I have ever seen in my Life. This one little Girl struck my Heart the hardest.. Half her jaw had been blown off and you could see INTO the one side of her face exposing bones, muscles, gums and teeth..... I can't paint this picture any clearer without getting overly emotional even still, but I think you all 'get the picture' nonetheless. That image broke me more completely than I've ever been broken in my Life! I began to weep and sob, literally shaking as I pore out my pain to GOD..... begging Him to spare me the pain that I was experiencing as I simply couldn't endure it any more. What happened in the next INSTANT was beyond shock. I can't tell you if the pain lasted a few seconds or a few minutes, but what I CAN tell you is; that my pain (in an INSTANT) was suddenly so intense and excruciating that I felt if it hadn't eased up when it did I honestly would have died. Then, in that quiet, but authoritative way that Father always does, spoke to my Spirit, "I weep with you", and simultaneously, He let me know that HE felt not only my Pain, but then some... and SHARED (for a second) HIS Pain. Pain beyond our limited Earthly comprehension.... UN-fathomable... beyond HUMAN.... beyond what any one of us can possibly endure for more than a few seconds. I can relate Cuz when you say that you were taken to the 'wood shed', because I was taken to the Wood Shed after that one. I spent quite a bit of time pleading with the Father for forgiveness, suddenly being given the more intimate knowledge that our pain is NOTHING (Trust me! It's nothing!!!! Minuscule even....) compared to Abba Father's.
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Amen Cuz.... Lord protect the Children. 
All I want to do is shout GLORY GLORY GLORY!!!!!!! 
