I had figured it out. Jesus was a fake. He was a saviour that let my mother die. He was a father that hated me and abandoned me. He was a friend who stood by and watched as I tried to kill myself. I wasn't going to be deceived... I don't know you. I don't know what you're dealing with or what path you're on, but I know that you have hurt-deeply. I also know that you're tired of hearing that everything's going to be all right and that all things work together for good for those that love God. I can't even begin to tell you how much it hurt when my mom died, but I can tell you it hurt even more when Dad couldn't stand the sight of me because I looked like her. No one knew what to say to me. No one knew how to respond when I lashed out with hatred and anger. I didn't even know what to do. But God knew exactly what to do. It wasn't all butterflies and flowers. Even though scars of pain and regret will haunt me for the rest of my life, everything did work out for good in the end. But I'm not here to tell you. I'm here to show you. This is my story.
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