I wonder if you've ever come across this poem... I first read it when it was introduced to us during a chapel service in my secondary school days... I still remembered that it was during that time when my beloved grandmother, (who was probably the only person on earth who loved me that much) had just passed away a couple of months back then, and i was feeling rather bitter and angry with God for i felt he left me when i needed him most... i was disappointed that he didn't answer my prayers, and it hurts so much and it hurts so bad... I stopped praying and purposely kept away, now it sure seems childish and i guess, i just wanted to be defiant and turn away to "hurt" him back in return...

I cried a river when my pastor read the poem... Indeed, God works in ways that we cannot see or feel or even comprehend... he reaches out to us through others... It made me realise that sometimes, we are making it difficult for him to help us... we have to allow him to help us, and have ABSOLUTE faith that he will carry us through...