Why does it have to be so hard?

I wonder what the final count would be, were I to tally up all the times I’ve asked that question. And heard it. And felt it. Felt it so deep in my soul that it becomes a searing pain. One I have no idea what to do with.

Why, Lord? Why does it have to be so hard? Why do people, your people, hurt each other so badly, with so little remorse?

So many questions. No real answers. And the pain keeps coming. Relationships crumble around us and we watch like we’re wat...