Trouble suffocates me. Worry entangles me. By night I can't sleep, by day I can't rest. The burden of suffering is intolerable. Where is God? Does He know, or are my prayers heard only by the wall? Is He near, or somewhere distant, only watching?
If It hurt enough to ask such questions, don't I deserve an answer.
Some people think that I don't. I'm sick, dying and have been deserted, they try to shush me. Their intentions may be good, but they are hard to bear. "Don't question God's ways; He might hear you." In my cry of anguish, don't I want Him to hear me? "It's probably for your own good." If I'm to be tormented for my own good, don't I get a say in the matter? "I'm sure there's a good reason." No doubt there is, but did I ask for a philosophical explanation? What I asked is "Where is God?"
Even worse are the people who say, "You're being unfair to God. It isn't His fault. If He could have kept your trouble from happening, He would have, but He couldn't. God is just as helpless as you are, and He weeps to see your sorrow." No. If God is really God, then He could have stopped it; if I'm suffering, then He could have stopped it but didn't. I may be baffled by Him, I may be frustrated by Him, but the God I want to hear from is the God who rules the world. I'm not interested in a God who is "not responsible."
Has God forgotten me? Does He hate me? Why does He seem to hide Himself? I am weary of my comforters, tired of His defenders. I want God to answer me in person. If only I could state my case before Him and hear His answer!
I wish I could say I believe in Jesus and that he loves me, but I no longer believe that. I've been through a lot of tragedy and now I find myself wondering if God even exists. If God loves me, why doesn't he show it?
I'm So Tired Of Struggling, I have been poor my whole life. i often feel like i don't fit in. Everything i see, read , or hear about is geared towards the middle or upper classes . The working poor are simply ignored.
I moved out on my own at 20 years old due to a bad family situation. Now at the verge of dropping out of school. Want to study but can't concentrate
I have, at times , resorting to selling my possessions and even blood to feed.
Being so broke often compromises my ideals. There's no room for ideals in my checkbook..
I 'm tired of struggling just to get by. Life Sucks being broke...
Being dealing with suicidal thoughts for days now as my family has been thrown out of the house cos we cannot afford the rent no more, Mom is unwell and my kid brother have to drop out of school. I think God has got preference. I can't take anymore of this suffering.
If It hurt enough to ask such questions, don't I deserve an answer.
Some people think that I don't. I'm sick, dying and have been deserted, they try to shush me. Their intentions may be good, but they are hard to bear. "Don't question God's ways; He might hear you." In my cry of anguish, don't I want Him to hear me? "It's probably for your own good." If I'm to be tormented for my own good, don't I get a say in the matter? "I'm sure there's a good reason." No doubt there is, but did I ask for a philosophical explanation? What I asked is "Where is God?"
Even worse are the people who say, "You're being unfair to God. It isn't His fault. If He could have kept your trouble from happening, He would have, but He couldn't. God is just as helpless as you are, and He weeps to see your sorrow." No. If God is really God, then He could have stopped it; if I'm suffering, then He could have stopped it but didn't. I may be baffled by Him, I may be frustrated by Him, but the God I want to hear from is the God who rules the world. I'm not interested in a God who is "not responsible."
Has God forgotten me? Does He hate me? Why does He seem to hide Himself? I am weary of my comforters, tired of His defenders. I want God to answer me in person. If only I could state my case before Him and hear His answer!
I wish I could say I believe in Jesus and that he loves me, but I no longer believe that. I've been through a lot of tragedy and now I find myself wondering if God even exists. If God loves me, why doesn't he show it?
I'm So Tired Of Struggling, I have been poor my whole life. i often feel like i don't fit in. Everything i see, read , or hear about is geared towards the middle or upper classes . The working poor are simply ignored.
I moved out on my own at 20 years old due to a bad family situation. Now at the verge of dropping out of school. Want to study but can't concentrate
I have, at times , resorting to selling my possessions and even blood to feed.
Being so broke often compromises my ideals. There's no room for ideals in my checkbook..
I 'm tired of struggling just to get by. Life Sucks being broke...
Being dealing with suicidal thoughts for days now as my family has been thrown out of the house cos we cannot afford the rent no more, Mom is unwell and my kid brother have to drop out of school. I think God has got preference. I can't take anymore of this suffering.