But the issue is still people being responsible for what THEY do.
When those who have abused me act against me (family-wise), I don't ask God why he/she/it didn't stop them. They are beings with free-will. If God were to intervene, then my mother, my aunts, my family would be automatons. Despite the pain I've experienced, I do not want that.
Eventually with regards to them, I got my answers. My mom is a pretty sick person. Did God do it to her, or did a person with free will do it to her?
Which would you rather, the inability to act for yourself so that no one gets hurt, or the ability to act freely, even if mistakes are made, for your own learning and betterment?
As hard as my youth was, I would not change a thing. And it was hell. But it shaped me into who I am today, and I like that person. No, I love that person. But I would not be that person if not for those experiences, both good and bad.
I don't think God is silent at all, my friend. I think that God speaks, but often we do not know where to look.
Answers to my questions have come through other people, through random things that I read (like the sticky note on my PC that the woman I replaced left), music. Our environment is full of answers, if we know how to recognize them. People still expect God to speak in a "human" voice. We want that Charlton Heston type boom from the heavens. The mainstream religious community is still hard-wired to expect any sort of spiritual communication to happen in this way...this sort of "top down" communication. But I have never "heard God speak" in such a manner.
Let me give you an example of when the Divine spoke to me. It was during a time when I was really struggling as an LDS.
I remember that day clearly, I was about 20 years old, I was struggling with my perception of who I was in light of the church's expectations. I was still very deep in my struggle with depression. I was having problems with my mom, and also in a long-distance relationship that really wasn't working. I was at work that day, I kept my office door closed, as I didn't want people to see me upset. I took frequent breaks so I could get fresh air, as I was on the verge of tears the entire day. Finally I gave up and went outside for lunch, sat down, and cried.
A complete stranger came up to me, having taken pity on me because I guess I was crying that loud. She literally, without my having told her anything about my problems, answered all the questions that I had asked the Divine in prayer. If you would like the specifics, I would have to go home and get my journal, as I recorded it in there. But long story short, she comforted me deeply, and I felt like she was sent to me. I didn't tell her anything really about what my problems were. She just saw me crying and began to speak, very specifically about my concerns. One of the things that has always stuck with me, and I believe I've used over the years was the admonition not to let others define me. As time passed from that moment, I learned that there would always be those to misrepresent me. I could choose to dwell on it, or I could speak my piece (and vehemently at times) and let it go. There are many in my world who think they know me...yet have no idea.
The "voice" of the Divine, I believe, is no voice at all. Rather it is information in our everyday worlds that can help guide us if we know where to look. It is because of this belief that I am able to see value in all of my experiences. Example: I believe I was led to be LDS for a reason, and it wasn't just to suffer. I have some awesome people in my life due to those six years.
It's all in how we look at the situation. But like I said, to me there is no spiritual journey without a walk through the darkness. We need both points of view in order to appreciate where we've been and where we are going.
A quote that I found the other day (I don't know the author, though):
Life is a series of stepping stones from one lesson to the next. When we take the lesson and release the pains attached, we move on in comfort. When we remain attached, we turn around and pick up the stone to wear as we continue.
I think this is very applicable to the spiritual journey. Any journey, really.