Why does God's voice always seem clearer to me after the fact?
Over the last year, it seems that only after something happens can I look back and go, "Ah, yes, God was telling me this or that." Is it because I'm not in the practice of hearing his voice? Or have I heard it and chosen not to listen? Either way, it sure would have saved me from some disappointing situations had I realized/listened. BUT, I'm constantly learning about God, about myself and about others through this crazy tragic, sometimes almost magic, awful beautiful life. I guess it's the "almost magic" part that's getting to me right now. For once I'd like it to just be magic. I'm getting awfully tired of the 'almost.'
Looks like I'm in for some more growing pains. It's better than staying the same, though, so I can deal with that.
Moving right along.....
Ironic... I just found this series of pictures on The Reign Of Ellen. They seem verry fitting right now. :P