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Hurting Heart

God give us trials of all different kinds. Some people get a ticket from a police man and end up late for work, some people loose family members to sicknesses or accidents, and some people die from hunger, cold, or beating. How do these trials change us?
      One of my friends recently went through a hard time. When she finished telling her sad tale she said. "God does what is best and we have to trust Him."  I also know some people who are bitter about a trial God gave them 20 years ago. I don't like going to their house because it seems angry, stressed, and bitter.It's true that some trials are harder than others. Being stuck in traffic is not as bad as having one of your limbs dismembered. 
       How do we respond to our trials? I think in order to know how we aught to respond we should look at how God responds. Psalm 56:8 says "You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears into your bottle. Are they not in your book?" Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope." 
    Keeping these to verses in mind I believe we should respond like Paul, no matter what our suffering may be. Romans 8: 18 "For I consider that sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us."
        But remember, suffering is hard. God's love is great and it can heal your hurting. Tell someone of your suffering and pray together.
        You can let your tears flow...God's keeping them in a bottle.

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