So last night I told Cori that I would make up all the fixin's for our salad dinner if she would read a story to me. So she went and got her Bible and I told her I wanted to hear about Elijah. So she was reading this story as I cooked up some bacon for bacon bits and I kept badgering her with questions as she read (I am a very curious person!). Then we got to the part where the widow's son dies. I said, "Now, what was the reason for that whole incident!?" It seemed that everything else had a reason. But this didn't make sense to me at first...here this woman had taken Elijah in and taken care of him and her son, though by having him there, her life was spared. Anyhow, her son dies and her first reaction is "Did you come here to remind me of my sins!? Why has this happened!?" Then Elijah does the laying on the boy thing and praying and the son is raised from the dead. Then the woman realizes that God is really God and I believe it said that she worshipped Him. God goes through such great lengths to bring us to Him. Really, we should be flattered that He loves us as He does...but instead we often complain or bask in our pain. I think of unbelievers that I know and love and how God is trying to draw them to Himself through painful circumstances...but I don't have to look any further than myself. The more painful the situation it seems...the more God wants us to run to Him. And what better place is there to be than in His arms? I guess I just want Him to hold me so close that the rest of the world just fades away. And I pray the same for my loved ones that don't even know His love.