What God does with me is none of my business. “I would be about my Father’s business,” says the Christ consciousness. I am here to serve awareness.
It is none of my business why God took my daughter at the age of seven or my husband at the age of sixty-three. It is none of my business why I am still here.
It is none of my business whether my book succeeds or fails. God wrote it through me and that’s the truth. God is living His life through me. Everything else is beside the point.
I wish I could believe everything I just wrote; but my unbelief is none of my business.
God knows how to grow roses and have tornadoes wipe out small towns. It is none of my business why.
“Why” is a word that says I can understand mentally why things happen like they do. It is a stupid substitute for living your life as a servant of life.
I had an awful nightmare last night and woke up feeling serene. The paradox of that is none of my business.
I am pounding this out before breakfast, using brevity to drive a point home.
Love is none of my business.
It is all His.