How about some more?
I could go deep into your psyche and I bet I would find a theme of loss and distrust in God as you cried out to him for healing for your parents and brother. But he did not answer. Nothing. God was silent. I would be pissed too. And to this I would say I am so saddened and sorry about your family. I wish I could have met your dad. I know he must have been awesome as you are. I know and feel safe in saying that your pain needs healing. Your God can mend your heart. I pray that God holds your heart and brings you to your knees. It was pain that brought me to God. Pain of my father not showing his love for me in how I understood love. It was pain in growing up always feeling second best, unlovable, and stupid. It wasn't until I was alone, in a quiet place of my darkness, cocained out, alone, and lost that I realized God's awesome presence. I can tell you stories of how God worked in my life and continues to do so.
Sent from my ayayayphone
On Nov 2, 2012, at 7:27 PM, Steven Finley <[address removed]> wrote: