Once upon a time, something happened. And I got upset.
I got upset because I felt like I tried so hard and do all I could to serve God and to do His will (although I often fail terribly). So why, I thought, did all that happen to me? Why didn’t He warn me earlier, why did He watch me fall into the trap again? It was the same story of someone doing something, or I doing something, falling short, then feeling bad, getting upset, and finally asking “Oh Lord, why didn’t you warn me ahead of time? Why did you not also prevent me from this? Why do you not help me?”
But that day, just as I was about to launch a big, annoying rant about how God is good to other people and bla bla bla, something in my heart told me to shut my mouth.
A little detour.
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