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Life is tough for most of us. My family was poor and we lacked necessities. Or my parents had money, but mom couldn’t be bothered with a child. Or Dad worked endless hours and snorted cocaine. Or my parents divorced and hated each other. Or I grew up in a violent neighborhood, or I was raped or molested, or I was born with a speech defect, or my husband is an alcoholic, or I have cancer. Everyone has a story of real suffering, even those who don’t admit it. So it’s natural that we don’t really trust life, which means we don’t really trust God. And who would blame us for looking for ways to con
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