It’s been broken all my life, and I wish I didn’t exist. Sometimes I think God is more focused on me suffering in order to build character, obedience, and dependency on Him than He is about mending my broken heart. Sometimes I feel like His testing me takes higher priority than everything else, and when I fail, He’s there to remind me of my failure.
Whether you sin or not, you will face the consequences of living in a fallen world. I wish we had a choice. I wish I could choose whether I wanted to exist or not, but that wouldn’t be possible. We have free will in everything else, just not that.
Christians say that God is not going to bring you out of bondage just to leave you there, but in my 17 years as a born-again Christian, I feel like I’ve been left in the desert. He promised me His grace was sufficient when I wanted to place my child up for adoption because I couldn’t afford to raise her. I picked such wonderful Christian parents, and they changed their minds at the last minute. But He told me His grace was sufficient, yet I will most likely lose her anyway.
I’m terrified of losing custody of my child because I am poor and unable to pay my bills. I’ve been homeless with my child already, so when Christians tell me God never left them homeless or hungry, to which I’ve experienced both, I wonder, where is His providence?
If God can allow Christians in Africa and in the Middle East to beheaded for the Gospel, if God can allow people to be sold into sex slavery, or even children to be aborted, then who am I to think that God would help me? Or that God is concerned about my problems? If He allowed Jesus to die on the cross, then how can I expect Him to care about my problems?
So I wish I were never born. If I wasn’t here, I wouldn’t have to suffer, and I don’t deserve to be in heaven anyway. I am useless. Utterly useless as a person and a believer. I hate that I even brought a child into this world; I am just as guilty.
Life is hard. Your own family could reject you, your friends reject you, and when you cry out, God is quiet. And even writing this just proves how little faith I have in Him, so it’s still my fault.
Job didn’t sin, and he still had to repent because how dare he question God’s sovereignty and judgment? I don’t see God’s love. I just feel like a burden. Like I don’t matter.
At the end of the day, it’s my fault. I lacked faith and trust in the Lord, and everything that’s happening to me, I deserve. It will always be wrong, and God will always be right. And whatever is not my fault, whatever sin people have done against me, then how dare I complain? Because God owes me nothing, and Jesus is innocent and died for me, so how dare I complain?
There are people worse off than me anyway. My pain doesn’t matter.
Reading the book of job gives me no comfort anymore. He never got his answer and even though we got his answer it still doesn't feel good knowing that God is sovereign over Satan's affairs in my life. He was restored but all I have ever been given was more trouble. Theres more evil waiting around the corner for me.