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THE SHORT END OF THE STICK

THE SHORT END OF THE STICK

Why must I get the short end of the stick? Lately that is what has been happening to me.  I'm sure nobody wants to hear me whine or complain but just allow me to vent.

The short end of the stick is the unfortunate events that take place in our lives. I feel like a black cloud follows me where ever I go because when I try to do good evil is present.  What can I do to comfort my miserable soul since I keep getting the short end of the stick?  I welcome any positive suggestions that anyone has.  I know that I'm heavy burdened by this recent incident that happened today.  I already know that prayer changes things.  Although things aren't what I want them to be I'm still here.  I still believe that my life has purpose.  I will quote Job. "though he slay me yet will I trust him."

I believe this is all that I can say right now because I really need to pray and seek God for a resolution to my problems. I will seek God and ask him why I keep getting the short end of the stick.

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