Kindle Notes & Highlights
In truth, if I hadn’t stopped praying years ago, I would ask the Lord why he allowed that man to hurt me at all. Why, if I am so good and free from Sin, did he not keep me safe from any injury? Why, if we serve him so well, does he make us endure so much?
“Why are you being so kind to me?” I ask. He looks at me then, smiling crookedly. “Why wouldn’t I? Do you not deserve kindness?” “I have found that in this World, very few people get what they deserve,”
“There is no need for shame or apologies for the pain you feel or the tears you shed.” “You have already been too kind,” I say in a quavering voice. “I cannot burden others with my suffering.” “It is no burden,” he says, and the softness of it after the harshness of the day is enough to break me.
