A few days ago I had a bad day. Nothing really significant or earth-shattering … I just wasn’t a fan. In the middle of my frustration I thought about God. I wondered why he wasn’t making sure my day was better. More lively. More exciting. More meaningful. More manageable. I couldn’t understand why with all of his cosmic influence, he wasn’t helping me out. Have you ever been there? Through this simple dissatisfaction with my day I started questioning his love and control. The fact that I![]()
