Me: Why did you make me like you did? Why was I such a late bloomer? All the boys I liked just wanted to be friends. I never even had a real date until after high school (went to the prom with “just a friend”). No self respecting high school boy was going to ask me out when I looked like I was 12 even though I was 16.
God: I created your inmost being. I knit you together in your mother’s womb. (Psalm 139:13).
Me: Why did you not want me to have children of my own?
God: I think you see the answer to that now. I had 2 precious children who needed you.
Me: Yes, I see that clearly now. What about the the heartbreak of the two adoptions that failed?
God: What about them? I never promised you would not have pain. My ways are not your ways.
Me: But I didn’t feel you near me. I felt like you weren’t there, like you didn’t care.