When I suffer, I become certain of two things: 1. God exists, and 2. he is a traitor.
I didn’t always believe that. I accumulated experiences with God. In every unpleasant moment, in every tragedy, in every moment of confusion, a light and deceptive hand turns my mind’s gaze Godward:
You can read the rest.“He did this.”
“He should have stopped this.”
“He wants you to think you can be happy,
. . . but he’s a mischief maker.
A traitor.”
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