From a very young age, we ask why.
It’s a question that gets asked over and over again.
I think it’s human nature. We want to find meaning. We want explanations.
When something painful, something horrible happens, we want meaning. We want purpose.
It can’t happen for nothing.
There has to be a reason for it.
I’ve heard reasons for Rory’s passing. There are a lot of platitudes out there that try to give meaning.
But here’s the problem with all the reasons.
Rory is still gone.
Reasons can’t bring her back.
And that’s all I want.
I want my daughter.
That’s not going to happen in this life.
I can’t answer why.
I don’t have reasons. (Other than a malfunctioning appendix.)
I’m a woman of faith.
This is what I know.
This has been the answer to my life-long search.
That continues to be my answer.
I have a Heavenly Father that loves me.
Not having answers is painful.
But I feel God’s love for me.
My anxiety rises as the questions swirl.
I cling to the knowledge so tight, I know God loves me.
I don’t have all the answers. I don’t even know how I’m going to get through everyday.
But I do know that I have someone in my corner. Someone that cares for me. Someone that looks out for me. Someone that makes sure I’m not doing this all by myself.
I know that my Heavenly Father loves me.