Pillows in the hard times

Sometimes we find ourselves in huge valleys in our lives. Problems abound, life hurts, and no situation turns out the way we want it to. It's so hard to see the other side of the valley, or the way to scale the towering wall of rocks. The end never seems in sight when you're in a valley, surrounded by nothing to comfort you or help you out. There is not a friend in sight- no one to reach down to you and help you up. Only rocks– hard, cold rocks.
You yell. "What have I done to deserve this, Lord? You have compassion on my enemies, I see them living an awesome life, but then You go and You do this to me? Why don't you just kill me now, and spare me all this pain? There's no way out from here."
In a whisper God says, "What right have you to be angry?"
You look around, confused. Does He not get it? Does He not understand that you're sitting in the middle of the hardest time in your life, and He's telling you to not be angry? In the midst of all the rocks and the cliffs blocking out any visible light and He's questioning your right to be angry. Wow, some God.
All of the sudden a pillow plops down right next to you. You look around, not sure of where it came from or who could have given it to you. But you take it none the less. It's warm and smells like the sunlight that you have not seen for weeks. You cradle it and rest your head on it. The warmth never leaves it, nor does the scent; you are so pleased with the pillow that you momentarily forget your hardships, your pain, and the jagged rocks all around you. You drift off to sleep...

The next morning you wake up quite abruptly. Underneath your head is only a large rock, surrounded by millions of them, each with a different jagged edge to them. You raise your head, your hands, and stumble to your feet just to be blasted by a strong arctic wind. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" you yell. "AT THIS POINT, KILL ME! IT WOULD BE BETTER FOR ME TO DIE THAN TO LIVE!" The wind does not relent but carries on it the same whisper you heard the night before.
"Do you have a right to be angry about the pillow?" He asks you.
"I DO! I AM ANGRY ENOUGH TO DIE!" you yell back, unafraid of the very one who sent both the pillow and the wind.
The wind begins to die down. "Oh you of little faith," He responds, with a slight giggle in his voice. "You have been concerned about this pillow, though you did nothing to deserve it. I gave it to you and I can take it away too. Trust Me, fear Me, give Me control. I can even save your enemies from destruction, so why wouldn't I be able to save you?"
You fall on your knees, completely dumbfounded. "But, God... this valley is so deep... that wall of rock is so high. I can't even see the sun."
Dust and several small rocks begin to fall from above you. You get dust in your eye as you look up, but it's clear the debris is coming from high up on the wall.
"I can't tell you that it's going to be easy. This valley is deep and the rocks protruding from the wall are sharp. But if you let Me, we can scale this wall together."
He places your hand on the wall and asks, "Do you trust me?"