When you question God
Several years ago, I watched a movie late at night while editing photos. It was a true story, that documented the life of a young boy in India. The movie depicted one tragic scenario after another. By the end of the movie, my heart was troubled, I wanted to pray for the other children in the world that endure similar hardships, but struggled to know how. There was a part of me that felt God had acted or not acted in a way the I couldn’t reconcile. In fact, the next morning I woke up with a terrible headache from going to bed crying and confused. I sat down intent on working when I heard the familiar knocking at the door of my heart, but I ignored it. I was frustrated with God. How could He let those terrible things happen to children… The knocking didn’t stop, and finally I gave in and answered it. I found myself in Psalms 77. Notice the psalmist’s state of mind in verse 2 and 3 In the day of my trouble, I sought the Lord; My hand was stretched out in th...