I have wasted too much time thinking God was testing me.

He doesn’t give out tests.

Satan shoots arrows.

That angel angrily pokes at me and tests me, but my God does not.

I childishly assume my “job” is to respond to Satan’s wounds by seeking out God, as if by seeking Him out I am completing a task to prove my love for Him, to show my faith.

Seeking God is not a worksheet to be done to practice my faith on a regular basis.

This is not a test.

I am not in a classroom hoping to pass.

I have already been accepted.

Satan shoots his arrows.

I become weak.

I seek God.

Not to confirm my faith.

To show the world how God has faith in me.

How He loves me….and loves them too.

How God will come and be my strength, my rock, my healing salve.

How He is there for everyone who seeks Him.