At my lowest point, I always asked, "Where are you, God? Why aren't you here at a time like this?" until I was stressed and had to be hospitalized for several days. My mother always asked, "How can I pay all these debts?" My salary wasn't enough, while I was the only one working, and I also had to support three adults at home. Sometimes I also always monologued in my heart, take me "Home" with you, Abba.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
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