What if God didn't make you this way?

"This way" doesn't have to be who you are.

My wife held my son in the pantry as he cried out, “Why did God make me this way?!”

Over the last six months, we’ve realized something is going on with him. He does things he doesn’t want to do. He says things he doesn’t want to say. He thinks things he doesn’t want to think. And he lashes out when it all gets too much.

We have an appointment with a specialist to get to the bottom of it this week. (Please pray.)

In the meantime, it’s been taxing on everyone. Not just just my wife and I as his parents, but also on him as the one going through it. It’s confusing. It’s hard. It’s frustrating.

This weekend, I felt what my son feels in a very vivid way. I had an episode that forced me to cry out in the same way.

Some small, silly (dare I say “stupid” things) became triggers. Some innocuous comments sent me into a tailspin. And no matter what I tried to do, I couldn’t get out of it. I pulled up. I hit the accelerator. I cut the engine. I tried it all. And yet I still found myself lost. Spira…