Two things I ask of you; deny them not to me before I die:
Remove far from me falsehood and lying;
give me neither poverty nor riches;
feed me with the food that is needful for me,
lest I be full and deny you and say, "Who is the Lord?"
or lest I be poor and steal and profane the name of my God.
We want to be God, but if we can't be him, we want to control him. That's what happened in The Garden and on the cross and it's what happens every day in our hearts. We want to call the shots, and we know we can't.
Unanswered prayers stoke our anger or cause us to doubt. We overlay our assumptions on God's seeming lack of response and make judgments about why he did or didn't answer our prayer. Maybe we didn't pray hard enough. I know a guy who legitimately believes his wife died because his prayers weren't faithful enough. Or maybe God isn't listening. Or maybe God is too busy with other things. Or maybe God is disappointed in me.
Or maybe he loves you.
As to my children, you are now to be left fatherless, which I hope will be an inducement to you all to seek a Father who will never fail you. ~Jonathan Edwards, said to his daughter Lucy before his death
Years ago I came across a collection of the last words of death row inmates. I remember scrolling through them in my office, mesmerized and sobered. These men spoke of sorrow and pride. Some apologized and, like the criminal next to Jesus on the cross, appeared to be moments from entering God's rest. Others denied their crimes or tried to be funny.
These were their last words. They could say anything they wanted. It's pretty heavy to read last words.