Here’s the dichotomy: One of the things I love most about God is also the thing I hate most.
His help is always on time. Always. He is never, ever late. But he’s also rarely, if ever, early.
And it makes me crazy. Grab the bottle of Xanax crazy.
After I had my first daughter, I became afraid of what I thought was an increasingly evil world and didn’t want to bring another child into it. Maybe my fear was grounded in truth - the world is evil - but it was also based on a deep lack of trust in God’s ability to care for me and my family.