Is he really a “good, good Father”? We sing it often enough, and truth be told, I really like singing and talking about the good character that our Abba Father indeed has.
But sometimes it sounds like we’re desperately trying to convince ourselves. Because sometimes we doubt. And no wonder.
Because sometimes we ask for things that we don’t get it. We ask for more support and we’re still blank. We ask for healing for ourselves or someone we love, and they stay sick. Or they die.
We brush up against storms and trauma and we see horrific things and we question him. Where are you? Why this? Why him or her?
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