I follow a guy on Facebook who posts under the page “Hebrew For Christians.”  Today, one of his posts was very powerful and it needs more than a like or a share.  

“I often struggle with pain that sometimes so overwhelms me that all I can do is cry out to God for mercy, to ask Him for a moment of respite, and to plead (again and again) for divine healing… In the midst of this agony my heart sometimes cries out, “Where is God in this harrowing moment?” I am pressed to the edge of death itself, and though I have been delivered, often there is a residual “aftershock” that leaves me exhausted and bewildered. The trouble is not one of unbelief, but rather of belief itself: I do not doubt that God sees and knows my anguish, nor do I question his great love for me… Still, what troubles me is the incomprehensibility of the struggle, the rawness of the fight, even as I recover from intense wrestling near the edge itself. I quote Miguel de Unamuno in this connection: “Those who believe they believe in God, but without passion in the heart, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, and even at times without despair, believe only in the idea of God, and not in God Himself.” And perhaps this is the hidden blessing of such extreme affliction, for it throws me upon God and makes me as viscerally desperate for him as someone who is drowning gasps for his next breath of air…”