I lost someone this week that means alot to me, and i’m having a hard time right now trying to stay strong. Satan has been and still is pulling on me, and telling me things I dont want to believe. A whole bunch of questions have come up in my mind over the last few days, and one of the big ones is why would God take him? I just don’t understand why he had to go, but I guess I never will. God definately works in ways that we will never undrstand, but it’s so hard to believe and stay strong, when the only answers you can come up with doesn’t make since. One of my favorite memories with my friend was when Barry (thats him), Kim ( another friend of mine), and me were all riding together, and I can remember him sitting in the backseat inbetween us just joking around and laughing, like he always did. We had so much fun that day, just riding around, singing, and laughing. I can still here him singing some days.
I know that God had to have a reason for taking him when he did, but somehow right now I just cant understand why. All the questions and feeling Im getting are hard to push away. I just have to remember it was done by God.
