I have a dear friend who lost her baby. In the tipsy-turvy emotion spin that followed, for all of us close to her, but especially her, we had to hold on to something, anything, to keep our heads above water. For many of us, it was Faith in God. For me, the only thing I could hold on to, to keep me from drowning in sorrow, was not just Faith in God, but in Who or What I believe God to be; that is to say, I know that God is Good. You don’t always get an answer to questions like “why do the innocent sometimes die?” And that’s ok I guess… not fun, but ok. What do you guys think?
Peace, hope and love.