I have a dear friend who knows I tell the truth but does not want to know any of it. She is unsaved, brought up by an abusive alcoholic mother, has a severely autistic daughter, is struggling to lead a normal life. She cannot cope with knowing how dark the world is, she has enough problems keeping the darkness in her own life at bay. Best thing I can do is pray for her.
Yea can’t really blame her. That sounds rough. Not everyone can be like Job. I can see how people hate God or can’t believe there is one when life has given them nothing but hardships. I will pray for her as well.
Eh, I know some super strong people who are doing well in life that just can’t Grasp this. We forget how hard it is. Today I again told my daughter there is a group of people trying to kill us—in so many words. I realize the absurdity of what I’m saying and how it must sound to her. But yet, it’s true. Sometimes I can’t even believe it. Truly effing bizarre.
The weaker / less secure someone is, the harder it is for them to accept the ugly truth. They do not want their bubble burst.
Insecure…that’s one common thread I see among all the normie/libbie I know IRL
Yup. Their world is fragile, as are they.
I have a dear friend who knows I tell the truth but does not want to know any of it. She is unsaved, brought up by an abusive alcoholic mother, has a severely autistic daughter, is struggling to lead a normal life. She cannot cope with knowing how dark the world is, she has enough problems keeping the darkness in her own life at bay. Best thing I can do is pray for her.
Yea can’t really blame her. That sounds rough. Not everyone can be like Job. I can see how people hate God or can’t believe there is one when life has given them nothing but hardships. I will pray for her as well.
Bless you. Its all well and good trying to redpill people but bringing them to salvation is way more important.
Sister in a similar spot. God have mercy on them & us.
Eh, I know some super strong people who are doing well in life that just can’t Grasp this. We forget how hard it is. Today I again told my daughter there is a group of people trying to kill us—in so many words. I realize the absurdity of what I’m saying and how it must sound to her. But yet, it’s true. Sometimes I can’t even believe it. Truly effing bizarre.