Sovereignty

Getting sick is what it took for me to throw my hands up and surrender the proud thoughts of myself as a determining factor in my future. The bumps all over my body clearly speak to me of the truth that someone else is in control. Why? Because no amount of effort on my part can make these things go away, in fact the more I search for the cause, the more my small intellectual capacity becomes evident. A world is at my fingertips in the www. realm yet it cannot comfort me with a reason for my sudden change in health. So I make plans to go to a man who will examine me and state his opinion. The only difference is he has spent years expanding his intellectual pallet and so society tells me to place my health in his capable hands. I was explaining my dilema to a freind and she told me to read Job 38-42. In these chapters, the God of The Universe challenges a man to teach Him something. He seeks answers from a man about things of nature. In the end as you can imagine the poor fellow also throws His hands up and bows his face before the Almighty quickly admitting his futility. God owes me no explantion, He controls every cell in my body. Now I have to wonder how I would feel if it were to be a fatal thing that was overtaking my body, as opposed to a simple skin irritation. My simple desire would be that I go back and see the Mighty God who created me as being all powerfull and all loving being simultaneously both. We cant even explain what that would look like, so why do we arrogantly challenge it?