It's the hardest faith to have, especially when God doesn't seem to be real big on offering explanations for His decisions. As Lewis says, we are not competent to judge God, but it's hard not to. I knew a powerful preacher with severe rheumatoid arthritis. It was painful for him to turn the pages of his Bible. Why would God do that?
Maybe one day He'll tell me. Maybe He never will. He has no obligation to do so. Same with my questions about your CFIDS. Same with my questions about my mother-in-law's schizophrenia.
But I'd still like to know.
I console mmyself with, “It is sufficient unto me.” I’m not going to question Him, but there are days when I would like to. And then I think of Job, and say to me, “Shame on you for being such a wuss.”
Yepper. Like that.
I’m content with knowing that eventually, I will have the answer. For now, it is for me to play the best I can with a cappy bunch of cards. ;o]