Ok, gang, with all this talk of God, Heaven, Jesus, etc, maybe, just maybe, someone here can say something that will make even a smidgen of sense.
As most of you know, our 4-year-old daugher, Alaina, went to Heaven in February, '04. I've been to four counselors and a preacher, and here's my thoughts--
First and foremost, Alaina went to Heaven. Children are pure, don't know hate or anything really negative, and are the greatest gift of all. I also know that she's met Jesus, and very well could be in awe of him.
Me, on the other hand, dislike God like you would not believe. At first, when Alaina came to this world, I felt I was given the greatest gift a man and woman could be given- a healthy child. I knew that Alaina was my responsibility. I taught her what I could, and loved her with all my heart. Then, for whatever reason, God decided that I had done something wrong in my past, and didn't deserve to raise Alaina any longer, so he took her from us. After all, if he could punish the Pharoahs and such for their acts, why couldn't he also punish me for my acts, whatever they may be? Though we didn't go to church, I first taught Alaina about God and prayer on the first anniversary of 9-11, stopping at the local church (little did I know at that time it would also be the church to hold Alaina's service), kneeling at the cross, and praying for the children that lost their moms and dads.
Does this make sense? I rreeaallyy would like to get beyond the quilt and hate for God I have still, and I don't know what it would take at this time. Yes, I know, there are parents that lose their child/ren every day. And yet the question keeps going around in my head-- If I couldn't take care and protect a 4-year-old, then who am I to be here any longer?????
Thank you for reading.
As most of you know, our 4-year-old daugher, Alaina, went to Heaven in February, '04. I've been to four counselors and a preacher, and here's my thoughts--
First and foremost, Alaina went to Heaven. Children are pure, don't know hate or anything really negative, and are the greatest gift of all. I also know that she's met Jesus, and very well could be in awe of him.
Me, on the other hand, dislike God like you would not believe. At first, when Alaina came to this world, I felt I was given the greatest gift a man and woman could be given- a healthy child. I knew that Alaina was my responsibility. I taught her what I could, and loved her with all my heart. Then, for whatever reason, God decided that I had done something wrong in my past, and didn't deserve to raise Alaina any longer, so he took her from us. After all, if he could punish the Pharoahs and such for their acts, why couldn't he also punish me for my acts, whatever they may be? Though we didn't go to church, I first taught Alaina about God and prayer on the first anniversary of 9-11, stopping at the local church (little did I know at that time it would also be the church to hold Alaina's service), kneeling at the cross, and praying for the children that lost their moms and dads.
Does this make sense? I rreeaallyy would like to get beyond the quilt and hate for God I have still, and I don't know what it would take at this time. Yes, I know, there are parents that lose their child/ren every day. And yet the question keeps going around in my head-- If I couldn't take care and protect a 4-year-old, then who am I to be here any longer?????
Thank you for reading.