Well there is the value of my writing (talent) and then there's the value of my time and there's always the expected benefit of expending either or both to consider.If you thought what you had written was really valuable and of worth, it wouldn't have bothered you to go through the effort of re-typing it. It just goes to show the value that you place in your own writings, doesn't it?
The cost benefit ratio wasn't where it needed to be. And still isn't. Sorry.
Hey, you're the one that said that if God wants you to see it then you will and if He doesn't you won't, not me. I was just taking your idea and applying to the situation. I mean, how do YOU know God didn't want it deleted? Maybe my hitting the wrong button and wiping it from existence was really me hitting the right button and God was behind the whole thing!And why cause yourself to blaspheme by saying He 'must not have wanted you to see it because I'm not redoing it'? Why do you speak for God? How do you know that He didn't want me to see it - did He reveal that to you?
Maybe God doesn't want to benefit it you with it! Ever thought of that? How could you POSSIBLY know?Are you not redoing it because He didn't want me to see it, as you suggest? But being that God does things for the benefit of others; why wouldn't He want me to see something that would be of benefit to me? Unless it was actually of no benefit at all; but then again, why would God do, give, or present things unto others that were of no benefit?
It certainly wasn't by accident that you lost it all.
The entire point of my previous point is illustrated in this one, if it makes you feel any better. That point being that, based on what you've said on this thread, you KNOW nothing nor can you. Faith is not what you need to fill in the evidence gaps. That's paganism and stupidity. Faith in the Christian worldview is about accepting the substantive evidence (Hebrews 11:1). Your kind of mysticism leaves everything you say you know in an unfalsifiable state of religious ambiguity. You are literally without mooring lines, adrift in a murky religious ocean blown about by every wind of doctrine that feels right.
Resting in Him,
Clete