Why did you make me this way? I feel so broken, unusable. I feel weak, tired, emotionally exhausted. I am not sure who I am. I don’t know if I am who God made me to be. Is it possible he made me broken or have I been broken?
Why did you place me in this time; at this moment; in this vessel? Why did you craft me like this? Why did you put us through so much? Are you testing us or building our character? Yet it is not about my personal joy; it is about your joy, dear God; the joy of the Lord. Can I truly live, truly find life in suffering? Who am I to question you?
“On the contrary, who are you, O man, who answers back to God? The thing molded will not say to the molder, “Why did you make me like this,” will it? Or does not the potter have a right over the clay, to make from the same lump one vessel for honorable use and another for common use?” – Romans 9:20-21 (NASB)
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