I was kept in church my entire childhood. I was an usher, I sang in the choir, and even had a sort of mentorship with the pastor of my church. I begged my mom to get baptized around 8 or 9 and I even had a pink Bible with my name engraved on it.
But when I was old enough to think critically about religion, I started to question things.
So does God just live in the sky? Does he really watch us ALL the time? If he controls everything then why do bad things happen to good people?
The concept of free will in relation to God having a plan confused me the most. If God has already decided what going to happen anyway, then what choice do I really have in the matter? And why does he have to make life so hard?
Often times, when something bad happens to a person I hear them say, “Why is God doing this to me?” or “What is God trying to tell me?”
I’ve thought about this quite often and I’ve changed my thinking behind Gods will and while it may not be 100% correct in the eyes of pastors it gets me through tough times.
I try not to think of God as the cause of the problem, but the solution. If your car doesn’t start, your car just doesn’t start. But the person who stops to give you a jump is that blessing you needed in that moment.
I don’t deny that there are times where things happen and The Lord is trying to tell you something but I think when the small inconveniences happen in our life we tend to think of them as God sent instead of acknowledging that life happens sometimes and saying “Thank you God for getting me out the other side.”
Praising God in bad times just as much as when things are good, is important and arguably one of the hardest parts of faith. But making a conscious effort to do so can make those rough days seem a little brighter.