Richard Nelson, Thank You Just Isn't Enough

The days of late had been dark. Joy was absent. Drowning in doubt, and consumed with anger, hurt could not help but pour out of me. As I sat in a friend’s house, surrounded by brothers who loved me, I finally admitted what my heart had felt for so long – I was mad at God, and I hated the Hell He was allowing my family to walk through, and in all honesty, I wanted nothing more to do with Him.

Our Pain Has A Purpose

God, why am I walking through this? What good can possibly come out of this? Is there really a reason for this in my life? What possible purpose could the pain I and my family are walking through have?