I’d live my whole life riding the wave of excitement for the four to six hours I’d end up playing [video games] a night–annihilating my sleep schedule–because that was the only time I ever really felt alive. That was my purpose though I desperately longed for something greater. That was my great adventure, my source of wonder. Sure I believed in God, but I didn’t worship Him. I was a “Christian” far from being an actual follower of Christ.

Trauma often seems like an insurmountable wall between us and a thriving relationship with God. So what can we learn from the Bible how God feels about our pain and how to deal with it? God’s inclusion of and focus on Tamar as well as her character in the Bible proves that God sees, knows, and remembers His children. He sees and names our trauma, weeping with us as He catches our tears. Let's study together.