I wonder how many widowed here ever want to just scream at God? He is supposed to be our Husband, our Provider. He is, of course. I just get so aggrevated by life at times that I think I need to yell at Him to get Him to remember me. This time, it's the stupid car. My brakes went completely out on the way home today. I pray over this car every day. My children were terrified. We live in the mountains. No brakes can be deadly. The Lord brought us home safely at least. Now, I have no way to pay for parts and labor. God knows I can't afford that. He never seems to want us to prosper financially no matter how much I tithe and trust Him. I now have no way to work or to get my children to school. Our church won't help. My husband was a mechanic. It's like salt in an old wound when the car isn't working. He'd have it fixed before it even broke. I just don't get it.