If there really is a god, why does he let bad things happen to good people?
I struggled with that for years but had to go through the hard times to figure out what it meant. I was pretty messed up, selfish, stubborn and arrogant, when I was younger and it took living with an A and the deaths of 2 of my sisters, my husbands 13 year old son, 2 of my BIL's and my cousin in 14 years. My older son was and is also pretty messed up, which isn't easy to deal with. I was humbled and beat down and pretty much reached my bottom.
Now I know and feel God's love and no matter what happens I know He's there with me. I feel that I needed to go through all of that to reach where I'm at now. Not all that great but learning all the time. I don't like the person I used to be and I kinda like who I am now.