When it feels like God hates you
You know those times when you’re going through the absolute hardest stuff in life — and it feels like God’s just not there?
I knowthe Bible says:
“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.”
— Psalm 46:1 (NIV)
But it doesn’t feel like that.
It feels like He’s not helping at all.
Honestly, sometimes it feels like He’s watching me suffer and just… letting it happen.
Like He’s the director of a movie and He’s saying,
“We need more tears, more drama, more pain!”
And I’m over here like,
“Please, God, no more. I seriously can’t take any more.”
The Bible says:
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
— Psalm 34:18 (NIV)
But it doesn’t feel like He’s close. Not to me.
And yeah — the verse says He “binds up every wound”:
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
— Psalm 147:3 (NIV)
To me it feels like He sees my wounds and just puts salt in them.
He’s supposed to be the Prince of Peace (Isaiah 9:6), but when I’m going through complete chaos, I don’t feel peace.
I feel broken. Confused. Forgotten.
I’ve literally said to God,
“You parted the Red Sea. I know You can fix this in the blink of an eye.”
But that’s not his will
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Sometimes the only thing you can do is trust — trust that God sees the whole story.
Maybe this moment is just a small, painful scene in a much bigger movie.
Maybe it’s part of the build-up, the plot twist, the part that everything‘s about to change and the crowd watching the movie finally catches their breath.
Because let’s be honest — if everything in your story went perfectly and got fixed immediately, it wouldn’t be much of a story at all.
And maybe the fact that it’s this hard means God is going to bring something really good out of it.
I have to remind myself: God is still good.
Even when it doesn’t feel like it.
Even when I don’t understand Him at all.
His character doesn’t change.
He’s still kind. He’s still fair. He’s still loving.
So even if it doesn’t feel like it right now — I can rest in that.
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One thing I’ve been trying to do this year (not perfectly or all the time) is to see God like an amazing Father.
A Father who doesn’t withhold good things and doesn’t enjoy seeing us suffer.
A Father who really does love me.
Jesus said:
“Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone?
Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake?
If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children,
how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him?”
— Matthew 7:9–11 (NIV)
So basically… if we, as messed-up and flawed people, know how to give good things —
how much more will God?
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When I write this, this is just as much encouragement to me because I have a really hard time trusting God‘s character when I’m going through my hardest moments.
but one thing I have to remember and remind myself constantly is God still got me.
