When I heard the news,
that my mother had died,
I fell to my knees and cried.
There seemed to be
no support at all.
Had everyone left my side?
Had God abandoned me in this time of distress?
Why had He let my mother die,
I cried and cried,
but no one answered.
As days turned into weeks,
and weeks turned into months,
and months turned into years,
I began to realize that it wasn't my say
in who dies, or when they die.
I realized that people I expect to support me,
may just be going through,
the same pain as me.
And I also came to realize,
that God never leaves your side.
And that He never intended for
anyone to ever experience death or grief.
