Yesterday someone found this site by searching for:
i’m desperate but god is silent
Perhaps you will benefit from an image my therapist helped me with.
I felt like I was in a cage — cramped, confined, inescapable, oppressive. I kept thinking, if God loves me, why doesn’t he let me out of here? Why doesn’t he deliver me and remove me from this pit? And Joe suggested that Jesus might be in the cage with me (not powerless as I am, but in there with me by choice). Silent, not because he doesn’t care, but because he has a deeper sympathy for me than words can convey. Not delivering me from the situation, but perhaps delivering me through it — like a messenger delivering some important and precious package through a storm.
Or consider Rich Mullins’ song, “Hard to Get,” or the whole Jesus album that it’s from.
Will those who mourn be left uncomforted
While You’re up there just playing hard to get?