I grew up hearing magical stories of miraculous physical healings.
My child’s mind believed that with enough faith anyone could be healed.
Wasn’t I surprised when years later, my own faith, the bedrock of my religious life failed me? Well, not really but that’s how it felt.
Screaming for support, I ran to the water’s edge as Justin, my seven-year-old, jumped in the pool. He clutched Jamie’s arm and pulled her to the pool’s edge as nine-year-old Jeremy called out, “Here! Bring her here!”
Jeremy lay sprawled on the deck’s rocky surface, his overextended arm quivering as he grabbed his sister’s limp hand. Jamie’s head and limbs dangled lifelessly as the boys worked to fish her small body from the murky pool.
Neurons fired like artillery demanding action NOW, bringing my senses into high alert. Scanning Jamie’s deathly still form from head to toe, I prayed to see a small twitch, the rise of her chest or the flicker of her eyes—but there was nothing. I willed my lungs to fill, my emotions to hush, my mind to focus, and my heart to unchain my fallen child. Jamie’s eyes were shut tight. There was no movement of her small frame. A puddle oozed around her still figure as an icy chill clutched at my spine. (Sneak peek into one of my upcoming books)
Grief . . . A universal experience . . . yet no two realities are the same.
- What are you experiences with faith?
- Has a loved one died on your watch?
- And what about those times when all our faith doesn’t result in healing?
The Grief Expert is a Safe Harbor for those who grieve.
I invite you to join. Click the link below to subscribe to the blog and receive updates about my upcoming books.
Share your story in the comments and ask questions. I’ll listen (Lynette Listens) and respond with empathy, wisdom and love.
Grief and Inner Peace can Co-Exist.
