How could he let this happen to me? Hadn't I already had my fair share of health problems? Didn't he care enough about me to heal me?
It took me months to work through this and, to be honest, I still have days where I feel angry at God.
I've never gone through one moment alone, not one. And I never will be alone. I've always got someone looking out for me who has my very best interests in mind. Even when I don't understand why. Even when I'm angry at Him and try to ignore Him. He's still there, just simply loving me. Whispering to me, just how special I am to Him.
"Yet I am always with You;
You hold me by my right hand.
You guide me with Your counsel,
and afterward You will take me into glory.
Who have I in heaven, but You.
There is nothing I desire on earth besides You.
My flesh and my heart may fail.
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever."