Questioning our faith.

Don't we all doubt our faith occasionally???  Wonder what it's all about and all that.  Question ourselves and wonder?? about everything.  God says to check ourselves.   So I often wonder.......about everything, God, angels, Lucifer, Jesus, Satin, spirits, etc.  I have a curious mind and want to know things.  And, yes I doubt my faith sometimes and I wonder......am I helping or hurting the people I have meant in my life.  (Hopefully helping)  You just never know the impact you have on someone with a simple smile or hello.

Many times in my life I have questions, and have asked God for the answers and sometimes I'm just not sure if it was God answering them or if it was otherwise.

Just simple things in life like getting a job, did God actually provide that job for me or was it because I search diligently for it.

I have asked God for healing for people in my life to no avail.  They have died and it grieves me so that they are no longer with us.  I often wonder why some are healed and others are not.  Why did he not heal my mom, why did he not heal my future daughter-in-laws aunt, why didn't he heal my dad, etc, etc.

These are things we cannot know.

Also, I wonder why God doesn't speak to us any more.   Does he even care, if so why doesn't he talk to us.   I'm not talking about that still small voice inside us, I'm talking about talking!

A conversation, whether it be audible or not, something to know for sure that God, Jesus is speaking.  I don't want a feeling, that is just not enough, I want to know for sure that I've actually heard from God.  The creator of the universe, the world and all that there is.  I want to know for sure that he actually gives a damn!!!!!!!!!.

Sometimes and a lot lately I don't think He does.

Angels watching over me.

There are times that we are totally unaware that we are being protected by angels until well after the fact.  Years ago my son and I were visiting some friends; we lived in Florida at the time.  On the way home we were talking and listening to music on the radio.  The drive home was approximately 20 minutes max.     I suddenly realized I saw a street that I had never seen before and that it was a dirt road, that I don’t recall being there.

I realized I had missed my turn, but wasn’t sure how far I had gone.  The road I was on I knew ended at my road so I just continued to drive down instead of turning around to take the road I usually took.   The road we usually took to get home was right beside a potato field with a streetlight at the end.   I do recall seeing the potato field and the streetlight, however the road wasn’t there.

When I got home I told my husband I somehow missed the turn.  Wasn’t a big deal it was just odd that the road had completely disappeared, it had become part of the potato field.   Shortly after my son and I got home my husband was called out. (He was a homicide detective at the time).  I didn’t think much of it; I was used to him being called at all hours.  My son got ready for bed, gave him a snack then tucked him into bed.   I went about straitening up then I went to bed.  I didn’t expect to see my husband till the next morning or so.

When we talked the next day I found out that about the time I would’ve been driving down the road I missed my son and I would’ve been caught in the crossfire of a gun fight.   God sent his angels to turn that road into part of the potato field so my son and I wouldn’t get hurt or possibly killed.  No one will ever convince me otherwise.

Angels watching over me my Lord, angels watching over me.