As I sat in my room and let the tears pour, I felt hatred. I felt like my insides were going to explode. All I wanted to do was make them pay. How could they do this? Why would they? All he ever did was for the glory of God, his father, and God’s people. He only ever listened to his heavenly father. Why would his father whom he loved and served greatly do this to him? Why would he sit there and watch him die? I began to feel hatred towards God as well. As the hatred began to grow, my mind raced to the time when I was a child.  When I was little I always watched him in the kitchen.  He helped my mom with the dishes and the laundry. He was always trying to help my father when it came to carpentry. And most of all, he was making sure that his true father was first. Sometimes I would be mad at him. Why? I thought he was too much of a rule follower. The problem was that he was perfect. It made me feel useless, like I was unimportant. In the end I looked up to him for everything. He was the one who encouraged me to be a better person.  A knock at the door makes me jump out of my thoughts. I hurried to wipe the tears from my face. Continue reading →