Sometimes I really wish I could go back to the time when things were black and white, and every coincidence had eternal purpose.
Someone very close to me is in a potentially life-threatening situation.
Either option for treatment she chooses will have serious outcomes.
I’m grateful for the people who are supporting us, with prayers and actions. I’m wary of those who give all the glory to god for their kindness. Actually, I resent that I need their help. I am very grateful for the others who are kind just because it is the right thing to do.
For what purpose is her suffering?
The answer “for god’s glory” makes me sick.
The answer that this life is just practice for the next one is tantalizing. While possible, its not certain.
The attitude associated with blaming fate seems too passive.
So, now I am confronted with my own mortality, helplessness and uncertainty. And I have to face it.