Some lady was bitching about how faithful she is to God and she can't find the perfect house for her baby daughter to play safely outside, and she's giving up on God. This is in response to her but the point of this thread is for you to bitch about how bad your life is.
Hey,
At least your daughter can walk. Count your blessings. Countless people have handicapped children confined to wheelchairs. Where is God for them?
Perhaps they are victim souls that God wants to suffer.
It sounds to me like you don't want to carry your cross daily and be crucified, but essentially that is what we are called to do.
The early Christians were tortured to death, their children taken from them, they were fed to wild animals, used as torches at the olympic games, and Christianity was illegal worldwide for hundreds of years.
Where was God for the early Christians?. I hate to break the news to you, but being a Christian is about carrying your cross daily and being crucified with Christ.
If you take away the cross, you take away the resurrection and glory.
I think you are attached to this world and thinking too much that this earth is your home. No, your home is in God's Kingdom, and you aren't meant to find much peace and happiness in this life.
I don't mean to sound harsh, but God can seem very harsh and cruel. I don't agree with what he does and what he fails to do, but I have to worship him anyway and try to get him to change his mind on things and be more kind.
God is going to be silent and our faith is going to be tested. Without faith it is impossible to please GOd. If God was not silent, we could no longer have faith.
At least you have a spouse and a daughter. The woman I asked to marry me rejected me and I jumped off a building breaking multiple bones over it. I'll never be able to run again and I used to be a long distance runner who would run 12 miles straight. I'm in chronic pain that God will never make go away.
I still love the woman who rejected me. I tried to get with her again because I was certain she was the one God wanted me to marry. She eventually got a restraining order on me.
I still love her. I dream about her and pray for her every day. I still am convinced that I was called to marry her or no one else, and that I messed up destiny.
I'm 33 years old and want to get married but I've never met another woman I desperately wanted to marry. It looks like I'll be 40 and still be convinced I was supposed to marry Lia, still be single, still be living in a one bedroom apartment in the ghetto, begging God that I could just blow my brains out or that someone would do the favor for me.
I'm sick of living. It's likely I'll jump off another building or if I get a gun I will attempt suicide again because I don't just find life unpleasant. I passionately hate being alive, wish my mother aborted me, and was hospitalized for wanting to blow my brains out when I was 10 years old.
I've wanted to die ever since then. I came close. It was a three story building I jumped off of and landed on concrete. I was lucky I didn't wind up in a wheelchair for life.
I spent ten weeks in a wheelchair and my urethra was clogged with scar tissue so my bladder was full for weeks. After the Urologist did surgery I was urinating blood clots larger than marbles with agonizing screams. Where was God? He's where he always is. He wants us to suffer.
Count your blessings. There are a lot of people whose lives are chronic torture who would love to have your problems. God bless!
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