God has taken me through stuff. Hard stuff. Stuff I didn’t want or ask for. God has let me suffer. He has not explained why and He has not always answered my questions or my prayers. I don’t understand His methods, but I believe He loves me. Sometimes, in the darkest moments, the only thing I have to cling to is the fact that Jesus died for me; but if that were the only evidence I had for His love, it would be enough.