Everything I've ever known has been focused on God. My whole life, really. My identity. I'm used to being a Christian first, and everything else second. Daughter, Sister, Aunt, friend. It all came second to my love for God.
But then God let something happen that never should have happened. I don't give a rat's ass about "God's Plan" or whatever nonsense people have been giving my family about our loss. I don't want to believe in a God that would let--or even want--something like that to happen. I'm so angry, and so pent up. I just don't know which way is up anymore.