Went to church this past weekend for the first time in a long time. Still feel like a stranger there - like I don't belong. I'm having a real struggle with understanding how God can put such misery in my life while other people get to merry stroll along without such problems. Doesn't seem right or fair.
Funny story though about church. Believe it or not part of the sermon the minister said that God put suffering and misery into people that he loved the most. My W leaned over and said jokingly "You must be his favorite." After Church a lady behind us handed me a note she had written during the service. It said "You are God's Favorite! Believe it!" I couldn't talk to the minister on the way out because I was crying (and so was my W after I showed her the note).
