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Doesn't Matter What I Think


I have discovered in my life that it doesn't matter what I think. No one listens, and Satan loves it. He works both ends of the equation. Because I have a "sixth sense" with my Aspergers wiring, I will get a feeling, and I follow it up through prayer to discover the One true source. I discern, and yet, no one listens, and nothing changes. I've been trying to figure this out for most of my adult life. I'm trying to figure out the purpose of this process. If no one is listening, then I suppose I am thankful for my protection. God listens, and I pray.


Proverbs 20:15-24

Gold there is, and rubies in abundance, but lips that speak knowledge are a rare jewel.

Take the garment of one who puts up security for a stranger; hold it in pledge if it is done for an outsider.

Food gained by fraud tastes sweet, but one ends up with a mouth full of gravel.

Plans are established by seeking advice; so if you wage war, obtain guidance.

A gossip betrays a confidence; so avoid anyone who talks too much.

If someone curses their father or mother, their lamp will be snuffed out in pitch darkness.

An inheritance claimed too soon will not be blessed at the end.

Do not say, “I’ll pay you back for this wrong!” Wait for the Lord, and he will avenge you.

The Lord detests differing weights, and dishonest scales do not please him.

A person’s steps are directed by the LordHow then can anyone understand their own way?


I listen and live, yet I feel like I know so little. There is so much to learn and time is short. I wish my short-term memory would hang onto things better, but I'm thankful for my wiring and the blessing of thoughts.


Hebrews 5:12-14 

In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God’s word all over again. You need milk, not solid food! Anyone who lives on milk, being still an infant, is not acquainted with the teaching about righteousness. But solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil.




I sense the difference between good and evil. As a matter of fact, evil hurts. I surround myself with good. It is how I am able to survive. Good is God. It makes perfect sense to me. I guess you would have to live within me to understand the importance of my hope that is found in Jesus Christ.

It doesn't matter what I think. It doesn't matter that others don't listen. What matters is to be willing, listening, loving, encouraging, standing firm in my beliefs and prayer.

When we think we are not heard, God hears. When we feel left out, God is there. When we hurt for others, God holds us up. God is life support for the broken.




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