The following is fifth in a 12-post series.
I wish I had all of the answers. I wish I had an explanation for everything.
Sometimes, things happen and I can’t find any meaning in them at all. I used to think that everything happens for a reason. Now, I’m not so sure.
I hate brain disease – an enemy that’s attacked my family in various forms. I don’t like to watch the people I love suffer. I don’t see much of a point in that.
A friend recently asked me if I believe in God.
I couldn’t answer her question with a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no.’
I had to search my soul after Taylor’s diagnosis in 2006. I had a lot of anger; I struggled with the concept of a world that includes Batten disease.
It didn’t happen overnight, but eventually, I made my peace with God. I came to the realization that God doesn’t inflict pain and suffering on good people; rather, He gives us strength to face life’s darkest turns. If we want to have a chance, we have to meet Him halfway. We have to believe. And yet, when all is said and done, our story may not have the happy ending we seek. But we have to try.
We’ve endured fierce storms and pounding rains.
Have you ever noticed how the sky often looks breathtaking after a strong thunderstorm?
I don’t know what tomorrow holds. But I have faith. And that gives me reason to believe.