God doesn’t do Bargaining.

 Surprisingly, with my heart journey over my lifetime I haven’t tried to bargain with God.

This time however, I have.  God, I’m sure laughed.  I think God laughs at us a lot.

Shortly after I found out I needed OHS, my family found out a family member has stage 4 cancer.  This individual is a husband to one of the most important people in my life.  This man is dad to two kids who are still in high school.

I have raised my kids.  I have lived an extraordinary life.  Been loved by the same man for 24 years.  Seen amazing countries and states.  Been so very loved by my family and my husband’s family.  Watched one son marry an extraordinary woman and gave me my first granddaughter.  I have a great relationship and friendship with God.  Have been blessed with amazing friends who put up with me.🤣

So I bargained with God.  My life for my family members.  I’m okay with dying if it means T can stay and finish raising his kids.  If he can stay and my sister doesn’t have to have her life shattered, her heart broken.

Some I suppose might think this is coming from an arrogant place.  No, I just want him to live.

God doesn’t bargain though.  He doesn’t trade one life for another’s.

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  1. marshaDecember 8, 2021 at 12:41 PM

    GOD WILL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU...HERE...N IN HEAVEN...WHEN IT IS YOUR TIME...LOVE YOU GIRL

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