“If God knew how much I needed him in my life, why would He taken him away from me?” This question just popped out of my friend’s lips when we were having a little bit of a chit chat in her car while she was driving around the road with no exact place to go. She was about to cry, and her voice sounded like she was losing hope. This question also reminded me of something I read in someone’s blog few days ago, it said “If there was God, then why are people I love getting sick and die…?”

I think that we’ve had this question in our mind at least once, when someone or something that we truly love and need leaves us or gone. Is our God really someone who doesn’t care at all, is He really that mean to take something away from you when He knew that you loved and needed them so much? How do we know what’s inside His heart, how do we understand His plans for us?

When I was little, I loved drinking warm vanilla milk with no sugar from a milk bottle. That’s why I had so many milk bottles at my house, and I loved loved loved all of my milk bottles so much. I couldn’t even sleep if I didn’t have a milk bottle in my arm.

Until the age of 4, I still couldn’t be too far away from a milk bottle and that kinda made my Mom worried. I was getting older and bigger and gonna go to kindergarten and I still couldn’t live with milk bottles around? She didn’t want that. So she collected all of my bottles and she told me she was gonna give them to the kids out there who needed them more than I did but didn’t have enough money to buy them. I was very sad, but I let her did that. My Mom said that at that time she felt sad too… especially when she saw me helping her packing those bottles, but she thought that all of it was for my own good.

First nights were pretty rough, cus I was not used sleeping without a bottle around me. I cried and cried cus it felt so uncomfortable… My Mom had to tuck me in and she hugged me while I was crying until I fell asleep in her arm. At that moment she said it was so hard for her cus her heart was torn to hear me crying. She almost brought the bottle for me again so I didn’t have to be sad anymore, but she decided not to do it. Until a couple of weeks after that I got used to sleep without having milk bottle, and she didn’t have to accompany me sleeping anymore.

I think that’s also how God feels when He has to let someone or something we love leaves us or taken away from us. He let those happen so we can grow being more mature and more independent. He was actually preparing ourselves to receive a bigger better deal in the end. He does hear us crying and He’s torn to hear it, He feels our pain too. But He knows that if He always gives us what we want, we’re not gonna be something that He’s already prepared us to be. He let us suffer, but actually He never leaves us, He’s there hugging us, wraping us around His arms and taking care of us and always be there for us through the process until the time when we can overcome the obstacles become stronger than we were before.

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This post is dedicated to one of my bestfriends C, hope we’ll always be together until we get olddd and our hair goes grey with no teeth left. Love u much :love: