Publisher's Synopsis
Tears were streaming down my face as I knelt in the dark storage room. I could feel the cold, hard concrete through my thin and faded blue jeans as I dug my hand into a nearby wooden shelf and vocally cried out to God to please save me from the pain that I was experiencing. I argued that it was not fair to have to go through all this and that I am not as strong as he thinks I am. My heart was aching, and there didn't seem to be any way to console myself. My emotional burdens felt as if they were going to completely crush me by their sheer weight. I was shocked at the intensity in which my body continually heaved with each heartfelt sob. I had been through tough things, but nothing that shook me to the core as much as this did. A million questions went through my mind. "Did I make a mistake? Is there something else that I could have done? What could I possibly do?"
