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Robertanthony
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I get that part. Heaven is great, eternity is a long time, our time on earth is relatively short in comparison etc. But I happen to think 85 years can be a cause for despair for someone , like me, who struggles way much more than he enjoys life. If God wanted me to feel at odds with life, with the world, he did a splendid job, the problem is the carry-over frustration and bitterness (from life to him). As a human being, if I had been given a glimpse of what my life would be like, with no guarantee of being saved once my life is over, i would have never signed for that. My conception is not something that I’ve ever celebrated, and it bothers me that God let it happen. It bothers me that I was not included in the 30% of pregnancies that end in miscarriages. It bothers me that I did not die while my mother was in a lengthy and painful labour. Also, why does everyone always assume that anybody who looks like he has a very good life, who has it all, is always a profoundly miserable and struggling person behind the facade?. As if every lot in life was somewhat equal. You have a warm, protective, loving, mentally stable father, you have it better than me, you’re smart, you understand things easily and quickly, you have it better than me, you don,t have ADHD/ADD, you have it better than me, you weren’t brought up in a dysfunctional family with a domineering, self-absorbed father, and a depressed clingy wife who tried being loved by an iceberg, you have it better than me, you didn,t have enuresia up to 12-13 years old, you had it better than me, you didn’t repeat a grade in elementary school, you have it better than me, your father hugged you once and told you once’ Son, I’m proud of you/I love you", you have it better than me, if on a schooltrip at 12 tears of age, you didn’t wet the bed that you shared with a classmate, you have it better than me, if you weren’ t the only kid in grade 1 wearing stupid glasses, you had it better than me, if people you thought were your buddies never giggled and winked at each other because one of them was singing a silly song whose lyrics were a pun with your first name and someone with Down Syndrome, then you had it better than me, if there is one thing you’re very good at, enjoy doing and make good money doing it, you have it better than me, if you have a child who doesn’t have ADHD and your worst fears turn on that he’ll go through all the God-blessed mortifications you went through in your confounded life, then you have it way better than me, if you’ve ever felt that you truly belonged in a group, then you have it better than me, if you don’t expect that people will either reject you, be indifferent or barely tolerate you, you have it better than me, if your father sat in the bleachers when you were a kid playing a sport, and every time you would look at him, he wouldn’t be reading his Bible and he’d actually have some kind of interest, then you had it better than me, if you’re not an introvert who hates being around people and who’s sensitive, you have it better than me. There were also things about my physical appearance that made me feel less than. I decided that it was unloving, perhaps cruel, of God to allow me to live. Hell is a possiblity. Non-existence would have spared me both. I’ve no idea what he was trying to do with my life except annoy me or drive me to despair. Thank God my father will live to be 120 while the loving father of young children will die despite his children and wife praying their hearts out. If you love your father and he loves you back, he’s on God’s radar. If he’s a pain and causes grief and brings nothing but negativity, rest assured, God will protect his every step. It makes me wonder.He suffered died for you on the cross, he gave you the ultimate sacrifice so you did not have to die for your own sins and be damned but be saved