What Do You Do...

[Vato]

What do you do when you are in need of guidance but knowone guides you not even God seems to hear your cries... so you continue to fall into the well, you strugle to get out once you climb out you only fall back in.

[JustME]

What do you do when you are in need of guidance but knowone guides you not even God seems to hear your cries... so you continue to fall into the well, you strugle to get out once you climb out you only fall back in.

you continue to try and get back out the well..................if you are already at the bottom there is nowhere to go other than up

Waheguru is helping us but sometimes we refuse to see the path he has layed out for us and us who refuse to follow or acknowledge it

[Guest Dancing Warrior]

What do you do when you are in need of guidance but knowone guides you not even God seems to hear your cries... so you continue to fall into the well, you strugle to get out once you climb out you only fall back in.

Invest in a decent rope :nihungsmile:

[Techno_singh]

[Heera Singh]

What do you do when you are in need of guidance but knowone guides you not even God seems to hear your cries... so you continue to fall into the well, you strugle to get out once you climb out you only fall back in.

you continue to try and get back out the well..................if you are already at the bottom there is nowhere to go other than up

Waheguru is helping us but sometimes we refuse to see the path he has layed out for us and us who refuse to follow or acknowledge it

wow... amazin thought.... never thought of it like that!

[Guest Akirtghan]

if we were drowning in violent water with strong current and didn't know how to swim, we would still try our best to stay on top. because we know that if we dont try then we will drown for sure, if we do try then there's a chance we might somehow sometime reach a rock/tree branch/a rope or something to save ourselves.

keep trying :wub: me and you both

[Gurparsad]

by Russell Kelfer

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;

Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.

I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate...

and the Master so gently said,"Wait."

"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.

"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!"

Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?

By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.

My future and all to which I relate

hangs in the balance and you tell me to Wait?"

I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign.

Or even a 'no,' to which I'll resign.

You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,

We need but to ask, and we shall receive.

Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:

I'm weary of asking! I need a reply.

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate

as my Master replied again, "Wait."

So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,

and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine...

and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.

I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.

I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.

I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.

You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.

You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.

You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.

You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;

you'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.

You'd not know the joy of resting in Me

when darkness and silence are all you can see.

You'd never experience the fullness of love

when the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.

You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,

But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

The glow of My comfort late into the night,

the faith that I give when you walk without sight.

The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask

From an infinite God who makes what you have last.

You'd never know should your pain quickly flee,

what it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.

Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,

but oh, the loss if I lost what I'm doing in you.

So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see

that the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.

And though oft My answers seem terribly late,

My most precious answer of all is still "WAIT".