Recently, I had the opportunity to speak to the women’s group at my church, and I realized just how much faith meant to me. I grew up Catholic, and it was very important to my mother that we go to church. However, when she was killed, God was the last person I wanted to talk to. I was so angry that He had “taken” both of my parents!
How could He? This supposedly loving, kind, merciful God had shown me no kindness or mercy, or so I thought. Through the next four years, I pushed and pulled away from faith. Until finally I gave in.
God did not kill my parents. In fact, He had nothing to do with it. All He ever wanted was to be there for me as I clawed my way through life. God became my ally. He was the one that I could always count on to comfort me and support me. He had been through loss as well.
Remember when Adam and Eve disobeyed Him? And when He had to watch His only son be brutally torchered, and crucified. He was the only one who could truly understand my pain.
Looking at Easter, I again thank Him for going ahead of me and surviving loss first-hand. He truly understands our pain and can offer great comfort if you let Him. I will not boast to know what you are going through. I can only offer a piece of my story to provide some comfort that there is life after loss. Just keep getting through one day at a time.
Peace Be With You.
Lisa Peacock 2011
Tags: anger, Depression, guilt, signs and connections
