It started off like any other prayer but this time, something within me changed.

“Heavenly Father, I come before You today” was all I could say before my voice started to shake and the tears rolled down my face.

Earlier in our morning devotion, my husband and I reflected on our family’s difficult season. It was nothing wrong we’d done; we didn’t fail God in any way. But yet, He allowed a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad circumstance to disrupt our lives.

And it left me broken, bruised and bitter.

I couldn’t see this situation working out for our good no matter how hard I tried. And the more I struggled to find God’s purpose, the more it devastated me.

I knew it was wrong to let in hatred or resentment towards the source of our pain. I knew that even if I had every reason in the world to be angry, God was asking me to forgive.

Still there was a disconnect between what I knew and how I felt.

Can you relate?