kathleenmariekg
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What are your beliefs about the money in your possession?
When I lost my faith, this past time, I still believed that the money in my possession was not mine. I was vague about who it belonged to, because I had no belief or disbelief in any specific deity, but I knew it belonged to something bigger than me, and that some things only came into my possession so that I could transfer them to their rightful owner.
What I had never believed, before or after I lost my faith, was that others had the same responsibility to let resources flow through them. Their money was their money. Period.
Another thing that I never believed was that to refuse help, and remain in a weaker state that was less able to do my father's work, might be a sin.
When I took help from charities, I thought I had to become whatever they wanted their beneficiaries to be, or not take the help at all. It was very black and white to me, and I was afraid to apply to charities if I felt like there was anything about my situation that was not exactly how they wanted it before and after taking that gift. I believed that they owned more than the gift; I believed that they owned ME if I accepted it.
I had zero belief that if my siblings had ideas about the money in their possession that were in opposition to what our father wanted done with that money, then I was responsible to do our father's will not my siblings' will.
I came very very close to refusing Benjamin's gift of a wagon. I was afraid to take it. I started thinking of all the things that I then owed him and other people here, and my brain just kept branching out with fears of being trapped and powerless. But when I clicked on the link and saw immediately how it would make me more powerful, I had to stop and breathe. And for the first time, I realized that the money of others belongs to the father.
I finally understand more of the parable of the prodigal son. The prodigal son took half the money, and then came back and was obviously tapping into the other half of the money too, which AFFECTED how much money the other brother had. But the prodigal son did not take his brother's money. The money belonged to the father: all of it. The father allowed the younger son to waste half of the FATHER'S money. Then the father welcomed the son home and lavished more on him. The story ends, but I am assuming the prodigal son is supposed to accept all that it takes to heal and grow strong again, and then he is to get to work with whatever work the father assigns to him. None of this is about the other brother. Both sons answer to the father, not each other. Both sons have to pick up with what is left of the money, moving forward with the father's will.
I have opened myself up to attack. By accepting the gift and even more to post this. But ... again, I am to do my father's will. Every day, I am understanding this more. My siblings are my siblings, not my father. If I do what they want, and that means disobeying the father, I am going to get a spanking.
Taking the cart meant more time to study and I know I am supposed to be doing that. There are Bible stories of one brother being sent to resupply his brothers out tending the sheep. Imagine the brothers refusing to take the food, and walking home to get food instead of staying with the sheep. Thanks Benjamin for the resupply, so I can stay out here. LOL.
I have no idea what comes next. I don't need to. Daddy knows what comes next and that is all that matters.
When I lost my faith, this past time, I still believed that the money in my possession was not mine. I was vague about who it belonged to, because I had no belief or disbelief in any specific deity, but I knew it belonged to something bigger than me, and that some things only came into my possession so that I could transfer them to their rightful owner.
What I had never believed, before or after I lost my faith, was that others had the same responsibility to let resources flow through them. Their money was their money. Period.
Another thing that I never believed was that to refuse help, and remain in a weaker state that was less able to do my father's work, might be a sin.
When I took help from charities, I thought I had to become whatever they wanted their beneficiaries to be, or not take the help at all. It was very black and white to me, and I was afraid to apply to charities if I felt like there was anything about my situation that was not exactly how they wanted it before and after taking that gift. I believed that they owned more than the gift; I believed that they owned ME if I accepted it.
I had zero belief that if my siblings had ideas about the money in their possession that were in opposition to what our father wanted done with that money, then I was responsible to do our father's will not my siblings' will.
I came very very close to refusing Benjamin's gift of a wagon. I was afraid to take it. I started thinking of all the things that I then owed him and other people here, and my brain just kept branching out with fears of being trapped and powerless. But when I clicked on the link and saw immediately how it would make me more powerful, I had to stop and breathe. And for the first time, I realized that the money of others belongs to the father.
I finally understand more of the parable of the prodigal son. The prodigal son took half the money, and then came back and was obviously tapping into the other half of the money too, which AFFECTED how much money the other brother had. But the prodigal son did not take his brother's money. The money belonged to the father: all of it. The father allowed the younger son to waste half of the FATHER'S money. Then the father welcomed the son home and lavished more on him. The story ends, but I am assuming the prodigal son is supposed to accept all that it takes to heal and grow strong again, and then he is to get to work with whatever work the father assigns to him. None of this is about the other brother. Both sons answer to the father, not each other. Both sons have to pick up with what is left of the money, moving forward with the father's will.
I have opened myself up to attack. By accepting the gift and even more to post this. But ... again, I am to do my father's will. Every day, I am understanding this more. My siblings are my siblings, not my father. If I do what they want, and that means disobeying the father, I am going to get a spanking.
Taking the cart meant more time to study and I know I am supposed to be doing that. There are Bible stories of one brother being sent to resupply his brothers out tending the sheep. Imagine the brothers refusing to take the food, and walking home to get food instead of staying with the sheep. Thanks Benjamin for the resupply, so I can stay out here. LOL.
I have no idea what comes next. I don't need to. Daddy knows what comes next and that is all that matters.