I asked God some questions this past week. What I understand from reading Job, that’s a pretty scary thing to do. I knew what I should think, but I didn’t want to just hear that. I thought about what my answer would be to someone else asking that big “why?” question. Then, I continued to inquire, “God, where were you when I was suffering and believing those lies? Where. Were. You.” I could suddenly relate to a person that refuses to believe in God because they don’t understand why or where God was when they were abused as a child. Some are stripped of their innocence or affected by drugs and alcohol abuse without any cause of their own. In my case though, being affected by insecurities and lies from childhood are typical in this world and others peoples’ situations are far worse. As I was asking those questions and wrestling with God, I sort of expected a reprimand from Him. I thought I would get the answer that I need to accept that we are a wicked human race, and s