Have you ever been desperate to hear God’s voice?
Has daily life ever felt so demanding you weren’t sure what to do next? Has your phone rung in the middle of the night with unexpected news about a loved one? Has the diagnosis from the doctor brought a sense of fear or unrest? Have you wanted an answer from God, but didn’t know where to turn?
I’ve been there. When my son was arrested for a serious crime after I’d tried to be the best mother I could be, I felt alone. Angry. Hurt. Fearful. Disappointed in God. Those feelings intensified following his conviction and sentencing.
Here’s what I began to learn. I needed to give myself time to grieve my losses. Maybe you’ve been there, too. I discovered it’s okay with God to cry out my pain and hurt. Our tears matter to Him.