hey. i'm hurting about something.
a while ago, i was home alone in my apartment during the daytime. and some guys knocked on my door for a while. and i didn't answer it because i was home alone. and that'd be stupid. but then they came back in a few minutes with a crowbar or something and i saw them stick it through the crack of my door, trying to get in. i ran to the door and slid the golden chain into place, and they ran away. i called the police and reported them and all. and it's over and done with.
i definitely dealt with the post traumatic stress thing for a while. and i'm currently in my third location since it happened. but the fear didn't stay in that apartment. it follows me.
and it's been over 6 months now! but the fear is still there. i never really got over it. i feel like i lost my faith that day. my faith in God. we're supposed to trust God to take care of us. and i know you're probably thinking "He DID take care of you. your thieves fled like little girls!"
but in all seriousness. God doesn't promise us anything. christians are raped, beaten, abused, and killed. every day. christians starve. christians are victims of horrible crimes. and it's just.
How can i truly rely on God to take care of me when i believe in my heart he might "let" any of the above things happen to me? i feel like maybe life is nothing more than coincidences that God lets happen until the end.
i'm so lost!!!
every night i go to bed really really scared something will happen to me. and nothing ever has! any time i'm home alone i get really freaked out! i SHOULD, one might argue, be OVER this by now.
i SHOULD find solace IN God. and not run away from Him. but i have. i have run kinda far from God in my pain and my fear. and i don't trust Him.
and it's a really really depressing way to live. cut off from God. because i'm afraid of life and mad at the God who put me here.
a while ago, i was home alone in my apartment during the daytime. and some guys knocked on my door for a while. and i didn't answer it because i was home alone. and that'd be stupid. but then they came back in a few minutes with a crowbar or something and i saw them stick it through the crack of my door, trying to get in. i ran to the door and slid the golden chain into place, and they ran away. i called the police and reported them and all. and it's over and done with.
i definitely dealt with the post traumatic stress thing for a while. and i'm currently in my third location since it happened. but the fear didn't stay in that apartment. it follows me.
and it's been over 6 months now! but the fear is still there. i never really got over it. i feel like i lost my faith that day. my faith in God. we're supposed to trust God to take care of us. and i know you're probably thinking "He DID take care of you. your thieves fled like little girls!"
but in all seriousness. God doesn't promise us anything. christians are raped, beaten, abused, and killed. every day. christians starve. christians are victims of horrible crimes. and it's just.
How can i truly rely on God to take care of me when i believe in my heart he might "let" any of the above things happen to me? i feel like maybe life is nothing more than coincidences that God lets happen until the end.
i'm so lost!!!
every night i go to bed really really scared something will happen to me. and nothing ever has! any time i'm home alone i get really freaked out! i SHOULD, one might argue, be OVER this by now.
i SHOULD find solace IN God. and not run away from Him. but i have. i have run kinda far from God in my pain and my fear. and i don't trust Him.
and it's a really really depressing way to live. cut off from God. because i'm afraid of life and mad at the God who put me here.