5 years ago my wife and I lost our daughter. She was born premature with a brain bleed and only lived 5 days. I remember every second of those 5 days begging and praying for help, and none came. I watched other families in the same hospital rejoice in their miracles but was refused mine. I held my daughter in my arms as her heart and lungs gave out and I remembered hearing stories about the peace that others had felt in similar situations, but that wasn’t my experience. There were no loving arms of God or feeling of comfort. Instead all I felt was completely and utterly alone.
I began hearing all the stories and one liners we Christians like to use: It’s all part of a plan; It’s part of a lesson you’ll learn; and my personal favorite She’s with God so you should be happy. I spent the next 5 years seeking answers and have found none. What I have seen is horrible people have child after child with no problems, I’ve seen criminals go free, and still I’m left without an answer of why.
I’m to the point of giving up on faith as it seems like when I needed God most he wasn’t there for me. Why would a loving, merciful, and just God take one child but leave another? Why would he allow horrible humans to exist and take innocent children?
I began hearing all the stories and one liners we Christians like to use: It’s all part of a plan; It’s part of a lesson you’ll learn; and my personal favorite She’s with God so you should be happy. I spent the next 5 years seeking answers and have found none. What I have seen is horrible people have child after child with no problems, I’ve seen criminals go free, and still I’m left without an answer of why.
I’m to the point of giving up on faith as it seems like when I needed God most he wasn’t there for me. Why would a loving, merciful, and just God take one child but leave another? Why would he allow horrible humans to exist and take innocent children?