My daughter asked me a question the other day completely out of the blue and it struck deep into my heart like a knife.
“why did God let Livvy die?”
How In the world do I answer that?
I started to talk about the fact that it wasn’t God’s choice. About the fact that it’s the enemy who brings disease and illnesses into the world. About sin and a fallen world when I just stopped, I couldn’t go on.
Because in my heart I was screaming the same question WHY?
I can talk from my head about all the reasons about faith, about Livvy being in a better place but my heart aches and is in so much pain.
The missing is buried so deep in my heart that each breathe I take is full of the emptiness of grief.
I have no answer, but I do have faith and sometimes that mustard seed is just enough.