For days I search the Internet, scour articles, define medical terms, research drugs, their effects and interactions. The needle pierced, my world shifted and the answer had to be there. There had to be something, someone to blame. My thoughts consumed. I need to know.
Thoughts are reckless. They can tear us down. Bind us, stop us from moving. This is why Paul tells us think on these things…
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise…
Think on these things.
I am searching for answers. Worldly answers to a divine question. Why did my daddy die? Why now? Why did happen like this? Why could I not be at his bed side when his last breath was drawn?
God, are you there?
I’m here. I am right here.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, Nor shall the flame scorch you.