Dear God,
Let me preface this with something. I was raised catholic. Until I grew up and began questioning things, I was a dedicated one too. I drifted away from that though, and my belief in you, in an established religious sort of way, has been…..well, lukewarm at best. To be blunt, I’ve found it difficult to believe you are out there in the cosmos watching over us all.
There have been too many bad things in my life to go through it unfazed. I have faultered. Strayed. Walked away in an epic tantrum. Who could blame me? If you are real, then you took the most important person in my life, made her suffer, then killed her. For your higher purpose. You left me ill-equipped to handle the gongshow you handed me and without the life lessons my mom would have given me if you hadn’t so nicely placed a golf ball sized tumor in her BRAIN. But whatever.
The point is, I’m not sure if you are out there. I’m not sure if you are a passive observer, or a neglectful parent, or if there is nothing out there higher or bigger than us lowly mortals.
BUT. I believe I need to raise my kids with some kind of faith based value system. What they choose is up to them. I want to expose them to more than just Christianity (sorry) and let them make educated decisions. But my five year old is searching. On his own he has gravitated to you, and is asking questions.
I have a few. Here’s one. 18 children murdered in their school. Really? You had NO pull there? None? You made that man broken!! What do I do with that? How do I resolve that for my boy? Is he safe to go to school? Can I trust in you to protect all that keeps me breathing these days? Can he trust that he is safe?
How do I answer his questions? How do I find the comfort he seeks?
I don’t know what to do. He is a boy. A baby. Smarter than he should be, but still such a boy.
If I am to have faith in you, I need to stop needing proof.
But everything lately seems to want to prove that you aren’t there.
And he needs you to be there.