I think sometimes that I don't want to ask God the questions because I'm afraid I already know the answers. I'm afraid that they are the answers that I don't want to hear; the answers that will make it hurt deeper. I'm not running from the questions, I'm running from the answers. The sad part is, it doesn't matter how fast I run. It doesn't matter how well I cover my ears. It won't make His answers change, and it won't heal the hole in my heart. He's waiting for me to ask, so that He can tell me things that my heart already knows and refuses to accept.
And that. Hurts.
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