When God Didn’t Fix It
Pain.
Loss.
Circumstances.
And they didn’t.
I expected intervention.
What I got was endurance.
At first, that felt like silence.
Like distance.
Like, maybe I misunderstood something about how this works.
But over time,
I realized something uncomfortable:
God wasn’t removing it.
He was reshaping me through it.
I didn’t want growth. I wanted relief.
I didn’t want refinement. I wanted resolution.
When He didn’t fix it, I had to confront what I actually believed about Him.
Was He only good when outcomes matched my preferences?
Or was He good even when the answer was no?
That shift changed everything.
It made my faith quieter. Less transactional.
It made my prayers more honest.
Sometimes He fixes it.
Sometimes He strengthens you inside it.
I’m still learning the difference.


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