Here’s a testimony from one of my kids.

It’s a strange thing to read coming from her.

She’s very settled, rational, and sensible.

This testimony borders on insanity.

She doesn’t say stuff like, “God spoke to me” very often.

Neither do I.

It’s a dangerous thing to attribute our own thoughts to God.

It is incorrect to assume our suffering means God doesn’t care.

He has driven me and made me walk
In darkness and not in light.
Surely against me He has turned His hand
Repeatedly all the day.
 He has caused my flesh and my skin to waste away,
He has broken my bones.
 He has besieged and encompassed me with bitterness and hardship.
 In dark places He has made me dwell,
Like those who have long been dead.
 He has walled me in so that I cannot go out;
He has made my ^[a]chain heavy.
 Even when I cry out and call for help,
He shuts out my prayer.
 He has blocked my ways with hewn stone;
He has made my paths crooked.
 He is to me like a bear lying in wait,
Like a lion in secret places.
 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces;
He has made me desolate.
 He bent His bow
And set me as a target for the arrow.
 He made the ^[b]arrows of His quiver
To enter into my ^[c]inward parts.
 I have become a laughingstock to all my people,
Their mocking song all the day.
 He has filled me with bitterness,
He has made me drunk with wormwood.
 He has broken my teeth with gravel;
He has made me cower in the dust.
My soul has been rejected from peace;
I have forgotten ^[d]happiness.
 So I say, “My strength has perished,
And so has my hope from the Lord.” – Lamentations 3