I’ve been going back and forth in my mind. Wondering whether or not to share this post.
The reason is today I experienced something so raw that to share would be to cheapen the event. However, I truly believe vulnerable moments are the most powerful.
So I’ll share with the purest of intents.
I went to Bible Study today and heard someone in our Church had died. I didn’t know the person. Though the event was tragic, it didn’t affect me as deeply as it would if I could put a face to the name.
What broke my heart. What still sends pangs of pain in my soul was the way it affected my Bible Study teacher. She is a devout and faithful woman of God. A sincere soul who I admire with every part of my being.
There she was. The sweet matriarch of our Church and our Bible Study. Always there with a kind word, helpful hand, and open heart to anyone in need.
I type these words with the heaviest of hearts.
My deepest fear realized.
I am at a breaking point in my faith. Of that I am certain.
I don’t know how much longer I can believe in a God who allows such intense misery and unbearable agony befall those whom He loves.
I’ve read the Bible, study it regularly, pray daily, go to Church, and try to live as good as I can.