Sometimes I truly have no idea what you’re about to do. And neither does that Maker of yours, no matter what anyone tells you about how They always have a plan. What silliness. Why would They bother with a game whose every move was predetermined? Your whole appeal to any of us lies in your unpredictability.
I think about this constantly. I wish I didn’t think about this. I wish this thought wasn’t in my brain. Will I be punished because my brain has created this thought? The idea of redetermination and prayer spin me in circles. This is one of the largest questions of my life.
