Not everything goes to plan.
And while I was having a tantrum last night over my very shallow problems, a friend of mine was grieving a very real loss.
A trusting-in-God friend, a holding-on-to-Hope friend.
I don't have answers to all the whys of the world,
and to be honest I think I've stopped asking them.
The loss I've experienced in my almost-30-years is minimal.
So I hide here and stomp feet and fume at the unfairness of it all and ache for aching friends, and pray He covers them with those feathery, sheltering wings.
"He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him".
"The Lord says, "I will rescue those who love me.
I will protect those who trust in my name.
When they call on me, I will answer;
I will be with them in trouble.
I will rescue and honour them.
I will reward them with a long life
and give them my salvation."