Why I’m no longer upset that I didn’t get a miracle...

This blog is not directly about what it’s like to be a bereaved parent. However, it does provide insight into the type and extent of terms, concepts, and beliefs that have been called into question for me after the death of my son. Whether or not God performs miracles today likely seems a trivial concern to one that has not endured tragedy, but for me it shapes my whole world view.

Let's clear a few things up...

My son’s death put me into a tailspin in many ways.  In those early weeks and months I was mostly shocked and dumbfounded and I clung to my faith. But as time passed and the reality started to sink in, my faith was shaken and I became very angry at God, in many ways deeming Him responsible (no worries...while I can’t speak for you, the God I serve is big enough He can handle my being angry at Him).  After really digging in scripture and reading articles, blogs, sermons, books, and so much more I finally have reached a place of peace with God.