Sometimes darkness descends on a perfectly fine day. The darkness blocks the sunshine and any glimmers of hope we are experiencing on our journey of adjusting to our loss.
Darkness invaded my world one day. Perhaps I should have expected it, since it’d been only two months since losing my brother. But I didn’t. During my devotional time with God that morning, I began praying as I always do. But my prayer evolved into an uncharacteristic attack on God, whose love and faithfulness had sustained me during my brother’s ten-month courageous battle against leukemia.
“What’s the point, God?” I cried out. The ensuing verbal wrestle with God revealed the deep turmoil of my heart.
Four days of darkness came and went. No one knew the heaviness inside of me. The fifth day God brought me a miracle. The story in my video will explain.