Utterly inadequate. That’s usually how I feel in the midst of something difficult, like a bird without wings, watching the rest of his flock whip past him. It can be something huge, like watching my father die or slogging through the day with an anxiety disorder. But it can also be something small, like trying … Continue reading God, Why Do You Trust Me with This Suffering?
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