One of my main struggles in life is that of fighting for my own rights. Ever since I was a little boy, speaking up for myself and protecting myself against my enemies has always been a problem. I am probably too nice to retaliate and too mild to enter into a heated argument with anyone louder than myself.
This failure to protect myself would often lead to private quarrels between me and God. The thing with God is, He seldom vindicated me from most of the onslaughts I had ever suffered in life. To be sure, he does help me. Help comes in the form of comforting words from loyal friends and comrades, material assistance from kind people or sometimes just the silent presence of understanding company. But still, God hardly metes out justice in the way I expect of him.