Anyways, the other night, I was talking to my friend. She's having such a rough time. Abuse physically and emotionally. I stood outside afterwards, and was talking with God about it. I was like, "Why? Why do you let this happen?" For My glory. "But why her? What did she ever do? Who could hurt her like that? It's not fair," I said and crossed my arms like a pouting 5-year-old. I sighed, "Why not me? Or. Why don't You just evenly distribute the pain? Why her and not me? I've had a great life. I've always known you. In fact, why are you wanting me to help? You've got the wrong person. Why did you choose someone with a practically perfect life?" For such a time as this. This phrase kept echoing in my mind. Such a time as this.
I still don't know why God picks me to do these things. It doesn't make much sense. Haha, God Himself doesn't make much sense usually. But someday, I'll know. Someday, things will make sense. And someday, my friend will get better.
1 comment:
AWE SARAH!!!! And shame on Hannah and Chris, for doing it without me!! LOL Jk jk even though I would have gladly helped! LOL Anyway, you are right God doesn't make sense, but I know that you are easy to talk to and you have good God advice. Hang in there! Love Ya,
Kasen
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