This weekend was hard. Really hard. A college roommate had her baby Friday afternoon. Then I find out last night my cousin is expecting. She only got married in June. After only knowing her husband for 6 months. I'm sick and tired of people beating me to the finish line of a race I've been running longer than any of them.
I got low last night. Really low. I prayed. I prayed hard. I told God I felt like I was being forsaken and asked if he had forgotten me. I'm angry. Feeling betrayed. It's getting harder and harder to keep my faith. I imagine I'm being tested. But not sure what purpose it's supposed to serve.
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