ludwigm wrote:Drifting wrote:What do you say to those people, asking the same question in the same way as you did, to whom God replied with a no?
Or was left without any reply?
In my case, I was left without a reply for over thirty-five years. No reply as a little child, fasting and praying three days a week, begging god for my daddy to stop hurting us, believing with all my heart that god would answer my prayer. As a teenager, still fasting and praying three days a week, begging god for my dad to stop raping me, unsure but desperately hoping God would answer. As a twenty-year-old woman, thinking that my childlike faith had been naïve, that I'd somehow done it wrong, and so begging to know how to ask god to understand faith the right way, and to know what he wanted me to do. As a twenty-five-year old, studying and praying, reading everything I could get my hands on about the Book of Mormon, the Bible, the D&C, begging to know if the Church was really true, feeling for the first time in my life like I understood what it meant, and promising to commit to him, and to the Church, for the rest of my life. As a thirty-year-old, thinking the lack of any sign whatsoever was my fault because I was "begging" for things, and therefore promising God to stop, and to submit to his will, if only he would let me know what that was. Finally, as a thirty-five year old, broken and in agony, begging and begging and begging. For one sign. One feeling. One comfort. One reassurance. One anything.
Nothing. Not once. Ever.
And that's my fault?