But it wasn’t just Frank. Oh, I hated him, sure. And I was angry at him—angrier than I’d ever been at anyone in my whole life, even Helen, which is saying something. But when it came down to it, the one I was most angry with was God. If all Melissa’s preaching about how good He was, how much He loved me, how He’d made me special, was true, then why did He pick on me so much? He’d twisted my foot, made me kill my mother, brought Helen to my doorstep, and dried up the land beneath my feet. He’d forced us from our home, taken Melissa away, separated me from my pa, and—because I hadn’t been
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This is a big moment of reallization for Kathryn and, actually, a big step on her faith journey. Being honest with God--even if we're mad at him--is recognition of His sovereignty.
