Saturday, July 1, 2017


I drove back to Lynchburg from my parents’ home, promising them both that I would come home again as soon as I possibly could. I feel the guilt, as if all of my efforts, all of my research, has failed my mom and dad.

You pray to God for help and mercy. You have hope because others have hope, you hear of other people who tell their miracle stories, happening daily.

It always comes back to my one question. Why, God?

Why her? I just don’t have an answer.

Doesn’t He hear me? Isn’t it said that if you trust and obey, God will give you what you ask for?

Where God are you? Do you hear me God? Where is my miracle?



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