One night I was lying in bed and whining to God. Why God? Why do bad things happen? Why can’t they be avoided -- both the things that we choose and things we didn’t choose. I sat there thinking about all the things I have experienced in my lifetime. I told God that I feel that all these negative experiences have chipped away at who I am and who I’m supposed to be. I feel weak when I should feel strong or hesitant when I should move. Why do things have to be difficult at times? Then God so gently answered as He always does. (Not the kind of reaction my kids get from me when they whine. God ... Read the Post