Back for a bit...
You were wrong, you know. When you said, "Good things happen to good people, and bad things happen to bad people" A person can be evil, truly evil and have everything handed to them on a silver platter. And a poor person, with a heart full of gold and can barely make enough money to survive on. I believe the saying is true, "You reap what you sew", and sometimes bad stuff happens to good people, to show us just how lucky we are. To show us that we may have certain things, a truly evil person doesn't neciseraly have. For us to fight and learn how to survive, to prove that we are strong and we can overcome anything that the devil throws in our paths. Because in the eyes of God we aren't good at all,we're all sinners and he paid for all of our sins, we all just need to strive be a little bit better. For him, for ourselves. You may make mistakes and reap what you sew'd but as long as you learn from those mistakes and you let God lead you, you'll end up right where he meant for you to be all along.
I asked God a million times Why?! and How could he do this to me?! Was it something I did to put me into this situation I was angry and upset. I couldn't take the fighting, the hittings. Her words slurring, alchol on her breathe. And then my mother died, and she was a horrible person. But I loved her, because she still was my mother. I tried to respect her and I felt guilty, I felt lost without her. And more importantly I felt as if I let her down. I should have turned to God, he was what I needed but instead I turned to Alcohol and drugs, I became someone I hardly reconized. I became more like this truly evil person, and less like myself.
"Without suffering, there would be no compassion," these words ring loud and clear and have such a profound meaning to me and I've found myself say this to certain friends of mine. When they are dealing with things, like illnesses or death in their family. Its not something you did, and its not what you said, or could've done differently. God appointed us a time to be born, and a time to die. Without someone teaching us how to suffer, we wouldn't know how to show compassion. And I myself don't know why things happened to me, but without the suffering and the struggle where would I be at? I would probably be getting beaten up or being called names, I could have been in jail for finally snapping and protecting myself against my mother. And why think about that?So personally. I think sometimes we have to come close to losing everything to wake up and realize what just we have, the suffering is leading us to a blessing in dequise and just how can I believe that, because I know there is a God. And I know he doesn't give us more than we can't handle, the devil likes to shake us up. To put fear in us, but god he is always there beside us. No matter what, or how far we push him away.
Yes this is random, but this is my feelings about the talk I had with my sister in law.