What is one of the hardest struggles God has brought you through and how did He do it.?

Answer 1

...The hardest thing for me was when my dad died. I loved him dearly - he was always a constant support, and "in our corner." I looked to him for counsel and advice. I really miss talking to him. He and I were so close in his last years - he was my best and dearest friend, after my wife. It took me nearly 2 years to get back to being the husband and father I should be - I was also having trouble with bi-polar disorder, too.
...I finally woke up and realized I had several folks (my wife and 3 kids) who were counting on me. God wanted me to be ministering to them.
*--I found varying degrees of support among the Christian community. I did learn to have more compassion for those who are grieving, and realize that different people grieve in different ways, and for different amounts of time. God puts no time limits on how long one grieves - of course at some point, one has to move on with life.
*--I am glad my dad is in Heaven, waiting for us. It will be great when we are reunited with him and worshipping Jesus together.
*--I was reminded again that God and His word can be totally trusted - He will never leave nor forsake me. People leave and die, and circumstances change, but God can be totally trusted and will never leave you.

Answer 2

One of the hardest struggles God has brought me through was when we had news that my 16 year old son and his girlfriend were expecting a baby, and the girlfriend's parents had decided that she was definatley having an abortion.

My husband and I called to see her parents, and we realised their determination for an abortion to take place. The girlfriend herself did not want an abortion, and so we offered for her to finish her schooling whilst we looked after the baby, even adopt the baby, or offer her a home ourselves. She decided on the later, and came to live with us, but her parents had already set up a date for the abortion. The girlfriend decided that she would not turn up for the abortion, and my grandson is now 9 years old.

At the beginning of this very difficult news, we cried out to God to save our grandchild....we could not bear the thought of our grandchild being aborted, and God heard our prayers. Our grandson trusted the Lord two years ago, and we are overjoyed.

Answer 3

God gave birth to my spirit in this body, with all it's blessings - and blessings some considered curse. As the world and those who called themselves Christian in the world, insisted that my creation was NOT completely blessed I began to hate myself. Then, I discovered, not all Christians, not all of any faith, agree on what is blessed and what is cursed, and I began to trust God instead of human beings and their spokespersons. To pray, to ask for wisdom... I began to truly study the scripture vs. simply believing what was taught from the pulpit. To look seriously at culture, and history, and faith, and ... well... it was a journey. Today, I love myself as God loves me. I pray for a world where all are seen as God See's us, and all are loved, as God loves. A God who walks with us on our journeys, even when other humans do not.

Answer 4

I lost my mom at the age of 16 and it really caused me to question the nature of God. I came across this book entitled, "Why Bad Things Happen to Good People." It was written by a rabbi after the loss of his son. His thesis was this: God cannot be all-powerful, all-knowing and all-loving at the same time. At the time, I thought the book made great sense. I knew God to be all-loving and all-knowing for I thought that it was both evident in the Bible (God is love 1 John 4:7 and He knows when I sit and when I stand Psalm 139) and evident in my life--who would worship an unloving God? Why pray at all if God is not all-knowing and therefore cannot understand? I came to the same conclusion that the Rabbi came to: God was not all-powerful, for He had been, He could have stopped his son from dying and He would have since He was both all-loving and all-knowing.
But there was a Bible passage that haunted me about this. Jesus said, "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; know ck and the door will opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened." (Mt 7:7) How could Jesus say this? Didn’t he know that I had asked for God to save my young mother, and God denied me that? He slammed the door in my face, didn’t he?
After a few years and some attainment of humility, God choose to reveal to me the true meaning of the passage and the nature of His power. I had neglected to read the passage in its context. The next thing Jesus says is this: “Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake?” I realized that Jesus was not referring to every desire we will ever have, but to the specific desire of seeking Him—God, Himself. Bread is symbolic of Jesus (“I am the bread of life.” John 6:35), and fish are symbolic of souls (“Follow me and I will make you fishers of men.” Mt 4:19). And I realized the absolute unconditional truth of his statement. Every single time without exception when I truly sought to be closer to God, when I sought to understand His commandments, when I sought to grow in virtue and shed my sinfulness, God had blessed that effort. God had always given me the “bread of Life” when I sought it, and He had never given me a stone.
Now, I know God is all-loving, all-knowing and all-powerful. And even though I miss my mom every day of my life, I know she is in Heaven waiting for me—praying for me. God gave me as much time as He deemed perfect with my mom here on Earth. I learned what I could from her, and now I have to go on without her here. But when I have died, I will see how clearly this life was like a blink of an eye as compared to an eternity. And the pain of losing her now will seem so trivial there, whereas the pain of failing to seek God may still hurt all the more, even after I die.
Thanks for reading! God Bless!

Answer 5

To be tortured by systematic sleep deprivation-I haven't come through it yet.