With the unexpected death of my youngest son, I was numb and just needed some me and God time.
In my heart my spirit was crying out God knows best even if you don’t understand. But my mind and emotions yelling but it was my son. I have come to reconcile some of the conflicts within me but not all. There are days that I cannot imagine he is no longer a phone call away. As with Abraham I am placing this thing I do not understand in the competent hands of a most gracious and loving God. Pray for our family as we endeavor to heal, each of us must grieve in our own way. One thing if anything I have learned in life the grieving process must runs it’s complete course for us to truly recover.