If I were to say, 'God, why me?' about the bad things, then I should have said, 'God, why me?' about the good things that happened in my life.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have always been the kid who's asked 'Why?' In my faith, you're just supposed to have faith. But I was always like 'why?'
If I had a nickel for every time I said 'Why me?' I'd have probably said 'Why me?' more often.
My reason nourishes my faith and my faith my reason.
I'm not a god - I do bad things.
I can never say 'why' about anything I do. I suppose I can say 'how' and 'when' and 'what.' But 'why' is impenetrable to me.
My father is the reason I am the way I am today. He's why I acted up and he's why I prayed to be the opposite of him. We made up before he died but I vowed to never raise my kids like how he raised me.
I know that God is good, and he saved me from hell and damnation.
Things happen. And good things happen, and bad things happen. And I'm a person - I'm a believer that everything happens for a reason.
You may feel singled out when adversity enters your life. You shake your head and wonder, 'Why me?'
I never question God. Sometimes I say, 'Why me? Why do I have such a hard life? Why do I have this disease? Why do I have siblings who died?' But then I think and say, 'Why not me?'