Turning to God in all situations has been a life long journey. A journey that has changed who I am, what I believe about God and knowing Who He is through experience.

Years ago, I read “When Bad Things Happen to Good People”, by Rabbi Harold Kushner. When his son died he continuously asked the question, “Why did God let my son die?” “Why?”, is a question I asked myself.

In his book, Rabbi Kushner writes, “God does not cause our misfortunes. The painful things that happen to us are not punishments for our misbehavior, nor are they in any way part of some grand design on God’s part. Because the tragedy is not God’s will, we need not feel hurt or betrayed by God when tragedy strikes. We can turn to Him for help in overcoming it, precisely because we can tell ourselves that God is as outraged by it as we are.” 1

I have learned through the years that God can transform our sufferings and tragic events into something good. Especially since our family died on Father’s Day, June 21, 2015.That excites my heart. God is a good Father! It’s like He throws mud right back at the situation that has caused us so much pain and turns it into something good. Beauty from ashes.

I think of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ. The most horrific tragedy of all time. God turned Jesus’ death on the cross into a miracle. It gave all of human kind the opportunity to regain what we lost; our salvation.

The death of our family was a tragedy that stretched us beyond our human capacity to understand why it happened. God has transformed my suffering into something good. He gave me something to hold on to. Something that gave me Hope for the future and Healing of my heart so I could go on. It was this; to tell my story. And I have shared our story in hopes of encouraging others who have gone through similar circumstances. God has opened so many doors for me to do this. For which I am truly grateful.

I wanted to share our story to tell others what God has done for us. The Lord has a lot to say and show us in our grief. He understands loss and death. So, He comes to us, bringing, understanding, peace, love, comfort and strength.

When we lost our family, I ran to the arms of Jesus. There was no prayer. I couldn’t pray. I just wanted Jesus to hold me. Jesus taught us, “your Father knows what you need before you ask him.” (Matthew 6:8) Right then and there, Jesus gave me all I needed without me ever whispering a word; His comfort, love and peace. I didn’t have to use any words. At this point, words just caught in my throat, but I knew He understood what I needed right then and He gave it. A prayer doesn’t always have to be words. A prayer of just listening can be healing as I sit there in His presence.

God is with me and my family as we continue on this journey of grief.

Jonah’s Prayer; Jonah 2

“Then Jonah prayed to the Lord his God from the belly of the fish, saying, “I called out to the Lord, out of my distress and He answered me; out of the belly of Sheol I cried and you heard my voice…When my life was fainting away, I remembered the Lord and my prayer came to You, into Your holy temple.”

Pray! And sometimes without words.

1 When Bad Things Happen to Good People, Rabbi Harold Kushner, Avon Books,  1981