I have heard many survivor stories like yours and mine. Later in life I learned that my parents both had very abusive upbringings, while this is no excuse it did help me understand a bit of the why. They were living with the affects of abuse, were young and failed in many ways as parents. I think in different ways, we all fail to be the people we would like to be. It is so very hard for people to hear that god could be there in all that suffering and make any kind of sense of it. Maybe the difference, for me, is that I can say having lived through all this, he truly has healed my heart and given me ‘Beauty for ashes’ (Isaiah 61:3) and a cup of joy. As crazy and impossible as it might sound, he completely redeemed the broken relationships I had with my parents, and they are now (beside my husband, children and god), the most loving, safe, happy and wonderful relationships I have. I cannot tell you how much I love them, and being with them and sharing our lives is a joy. With god’s help I was able to forgive, and with that forgiveness came huge release. My parents have in their own ways shown that they messed up, and have in turn had their own walks with god, received their own healing and forgiveness. I was even able to forgive the man that took my innocence as a child, and was present at his death bed when cancer took him many years ago , there was nothing but love as I held his hand and hugged him goodbye. God was in that room so strong, like a weight of mercy. I had heard that that he had come to faith and was a changed man (there were others who had suffered from him much more than me), it was certainly a relief to know he was saved and forgiven before he died.
I'm sorry you were also abused, @Jellyfishnchips. It's a club with far too many of us as members.
However, I'm not sure you recognise how offensive your reply was, particularly the part I've quoted above. I didn't ask you about whether you forgave your abuser, or whether you had been able to use your faith beliefs to retrospectively come to peace with your abuse, or whether your abuser had converted in later life.
I asked why the God whom you believe intervened to cure your paralysed friend failed to respond to the sincere, repeated prayers of an abused small child.
I can see that you have, understandably, evolved your own narrative as to how God fitted into this narrative, and perhaps for you, the 'redemption' of God helping you in forgiving your abuser and your neglectful and abusive parents provides a retrospective justification for why he refrained from intervening to stop your abuse.
But that just doesn't cut it for me. I am fine now about my abuse. My heart doesn't need healing, my abuser who was in fact a deeply religious man at the time he was abusing me is long dead, and I have never in fact blamed my parents, who are themselves the products of neglectful and dysfunctional backgrounds, who were taught to venerate priests and religious organisations as the ultimate authorities. I have never in fact told them about it. I haven't needed any religious belief to come to terms with any of this. I've done so because I'm a fundamentally psychologically healthy adult, and I recognise it's not possible for everyone.
But the fact that I have made my peace with my past in no way lessens the horror of what was done to me, and to countless others. As far as I'm aware, my abuser died in the full belief that he would be united with God in an afterlife -- I believe that he was deluded and that his life was simply extinguished, as mine will be.
Because the unpleasant fact is that people capable of repeated, horrific acts can also have a sincere belief in God. One would imagine that a follower of the Jesus who preached justice and charity for all would be distinguished among the general run of people for behaving generously and charitably, but I haven't found it to be so.
And platitudes about how everyone fails to be the 'person they would like to be' so we're all really sinners together really just don't cut it when it comes to child abuse -- when you rape a child, whether or not you get God afterwards and repent, that child stays raped. Like Matthew on God seeing the fall of the least sparrow. The sparrow still falls.