Although I'm not a Christian, the Old Testament and this story are quite familiar to me. I've thought of it many times since being ill with PN.
More-so in the beginning and less now, but the analogy seems to have been burned into my brain.
Especially the thought "Why Me?"
I have difficulty with the thinking that it was 'meant-to-be', that there is
a reason or a 'hand' in all this.
Bitterness and despair are easy to give in-to, when afflicted in this way.
Self-determination and cussed meanness are probably my way
of dealing with it. I'd like to think I'm too mean to let it get to me.
Faith really doesn't play too large a part in it, I'm afraid.
And please...... no interjections of re-examining my 'faith', or efforts for conversion.
We've been thru a lot of prayer for my son & his recovery from a fractured neck.
He's fortunate to be alive, altho a quadriplegic.
Maybe all the prayers helped, I'd like to think so - but he's still a quad, (and the true horrors that he & we have been thru, to get him to where he now is).......and I
still have PN.