As a Calvinist, I believe God is completely sovereign, and therefore I can do nothing to change His will. I have to admit also that sometimes I despair at not being able to change His actions. I can get in quite a rut wanting to intellectualize about the "futility" of prayer at times.
But there comes a point when my soul instinctively cries out to God, wailing in pain, and running into the arms of my Savior.(I can't help but get misty while I write this.
) I can't describe it. It's an absolute urge that I cannot resist. I am elementally compelled to cry out to my Savior. I just can't explain it. It just is.
But there comes a point when my soul instinctively cries out to God, wailing in pain, and running into the arms of my Savior.(I can't help but get misty while I write this.
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