We've all been there. Someone wrongs us, unapologetically, then they move on, leaving us in the dust. Sound familiar? It's a tale as old as time: Injustice. I've found myself in these moments sitting there completely helpless thinking, "Now what? How can I move on from this? While I’m in all of this pain and agony, this person just walked away like it was nothing at all. And more importantly, where is God in all of this?"