Why God Why Novels & Stories

those words replayed in my head as if it was a catchy song that I couldn't stop singing. I walked in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, I mean I really looked"whats wrong with me, why did God curse me with this skin complexion why can't I be pretty why God Why Why! Why do you hate me why me" I yelled at the mirror "I don't want this skin anymore take it back" I yelled while scratching at my skin clawing hoping I could rip it off, I cant take it anymore I wanna be pretty I wanna be good enough, I looked through my cabinets for my razor when I got it I went back to staring at myself in the mirror

He was told that he's assigned to share tonight and he wants to pierce their hearts with encouraging words. Meanwhile, Selah sits at the corner while hugging a pillow. The words she's hearing are somewhat bugging her mind. She has the same question even before she got to know the value of salvation. "Why would God come down into the world to save me?" she asked herself. Anna heard her. "What do you think?" Anna asked with a smile on her face. "Sometimes that question really bothers me, I might know the answer but I don't know why I'm still not convinced." That was the most honest answer she could think of.

"Why what?" "Why do you care so much? You barely knew me before the wedding. You had no reason to help me, but you keep showing up and keep protecting me. Why?" I said. Gabriel was quiet for a long moment. His face became serious and I could see him struggling with something inside. Like he was trying to find the right words but did not know how to say them. "Because I want to," he finally said. "That is not an answer, Gabriel." I said "It is the only one I have in my mind, Yanna." He said, like he wanted me to stop asking him.