Somethings I just don’t understand; like things must be extremely complex or my mind too inferior to comprehend, the things that plague the human mind, body, and soul.
Before I was old enough to tell her of my stories and adventures in high school she was taken away from me.
I watched her fade away right in front of me…
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, life is a privilege, not a must. But why her? Why now? Why couldn’t He let her get old and gray?
It hurts to you lose a loved one. I just wanted my grandma to stay.
I was once suicidal. The thoughts that were going through my head were brutal in content, ricocheting off each side of my cerebral core, bruising my emotional and mental state.
Only one person could’ve helped me but where was she?
Does Heaven have an operator?
I’ve prayed, but all I got was a dial tone.
God why did you let Cancer get her? Where was the cure for her? Why haven’t you answered my questions yet? It’s been five years!
I understand why you took her though. You didn’t want to see Your saint suffer anymore.
I understand that I have no power to influence your decision. But I know I’ll see her again.
You promised in Your word, John 3:16.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” *
So how am I to feel? Should I be mad and sad or happy and jolly?
To make an assessment this early would be foolish… But I will see my grandma again.
I love you Evangelist Rosalyn Walton.
P.S. God answer my letter about my father too
Love your child,