Where is God when it hurts?
This is actually a title of a book by Philip Yancey. I haven't read the book. I just saw it in one web site while I was surfing the net.
The title made me reflect. I thought, yeah, where could God be when it hurts?
It's easy to feel God's presence when things are fine. It's easy to say you're blessed and that God is just right there beside you. But when everything isn't fine, where can we find God? Is He still right beside us when we mourn and when we feel pain?
If he's just right beside us on our "painful" moments, how would He feel as He looks at us crying and trying to endure pain?
Sometimes I hear stories of bad things happening to good people. It's just so hard to understand sometimes why God allows bad things to happen.
In my case, it still feels bad sometimes knowing that God made me "lose" my relationship with my mom and sister last year, then at the beginning of this year, I lost twins whom I never had.
It's hard to say the twins are mine when God didn't even allow me to see them; it's so difficult to claim the twins are mine when God didn't even give me a chance to be a mother to them.
When physical pain subsided, I realized, emotional pain is here to stay.
If only God were just an e-mail away or a call away, I would ask him, "Why would you give me something that you would just take back even before I hold them in my arms?" or "Are they really mine?"
This is actually a title of a book by Philip Yancey. I haven't read the book. I just saw it in one web site while I was surfing the net.
The title made me reflect. I thought, yeah, where could God be when it hurts?
It's easy to feel God's presence when things are fine. It's easy to say you're blessed and that God is just right there beside you. But when everything isn't fine, where can we find God? Is He still right beside us when we mourn and when we feel pain?
If he's just right beside us on our "painful" moments, how would He feel as He looks at us crying and trying to endure pain?
Sometimes I hear stories of bad things happening to good people. It's just so hard to understand sometimes why God allows bad things to happen.
In my case, it still feels bad sometimes knowing that God made me "lose" my relationship with my mom and sister last year, then at the beginning of this year, I lost twins whom I never had.
It's hard to say the twins are mine when God didn't even allow me to see them; it's so difficult to claim the twins are mine when God didn't even give me a chance to be a mother to them.
When physical pain subsided, I realized, emotional pain is here to stay.
If only God were just an e-mail away or a call away, I would ask him, "Why would you give me something that you would just take back even before I hold them in my arms?" or "Are they really mine?"
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