Who Am I to Question God?
I believe a little perspective here is needed. I have been angry and bitter for a while over my sicknesses. Every day has been a struggle for the past three years, to not let it overwhelm me. If it hasn’t been one thing, it has been another. However, lately I have been feeling humbled. I have been hearing about other people’s tragedies, the Chapman’s losing a daughter and sister, Leah losing her Mother, and so on. I am so sorry that I have not handled my infirmities with grace and faith. I am ashamed that I have not trusted God more, when He has been there for me time and again. I just can’t quit thinking, Who Am I? Like God asked Job in the Bible, who am I to question God? God has a reason for all this, if I would just trust Him and look to Him for the answers. I have held on to my comforts and my rights with such a tight fist, when I am so very much blessed. The list of my blessings would cover too much space in this blog to write about. The Chapman’s were quoted as saying, that the only way they get through is looking to God every moment, and just taking it moment by moment. I thought that I was in a living death. (Because I am not really living, I am locked inside a body who can not do the things I want it to do.) How selfish have I been? The Chapman’s daughter said that God’s mercies are new every morning. I have read that before in the Bible, but I guess I just let it in one ear and out the other. I am going to try my hardest to look to God for my comfort and my strength. I’m not expecting to be perfect, but I want to do my best. Even if it means minute by minute, giving up my dreams and hopes. I want His peace and His sweet relief.
Hi. My name is Laura, and this is my journey through infertility and chronic pain. I hope it will minister to you, or you can use it to minister to someone else.

