Will you still serve Me even if I don't give you what you want?

I was upstairs, cleaning my bedroom and I vividly remember this question completely undoing me. My knees hit the ground and my tears wouldn't cease.

I knew the implication of the question.

I was in the middle of my storm, at a crossroads.

A choice needed to be made.

Do your circumstances dictate your faith? Your obedience? Your praise?

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