The pastor looked at me and without any hesitation asked, “Did you ever wonder where God was during those times?” He followed by saying that I must have.
What a simple, yet profound question. Of course I had wondered where God was during those times. Especially over the past several months in hearing week after week how good God was. Even if I hadn’t wondered then, I was wondering now.
Yes, where had God been? Again, without any hesitation or without me even asking, he offered an explanation to me. What he gave me would not answer the question, but it would break the chains that were wrapped tightly around my heart. I had no reason to trust a stranger, let alone a male. But, I’m convinced God had prepared me to hear what was about to be said by giving me an overwhelming sense that what was about to be said was truth.
The pastor said to me that he knew those things that had happened had broken God’s heart. He said he knew that God grieved over those things that had happened.
My exterior may have held a look of disbelief. But, inside I was shedding tears of joy. I remember today the thoughts that swirled in my head.
God really cared so much that it hurt Him to see me hurt? Could God really love me that much? Could the same God who I had read created the earth really care about me and what happened to me?
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