You ever think about tragedy and wonder why it happens? Like, why Sunday? I ask myself this all the time.
My goal is to try and post a blog every Sunday. I gave birth to my son on a Sunday morning. My husband scored an emotional touchdown that same Sunday. Jesus died on the cross for us, on Sunday. So, thats why I’m choosing Sunday.
It’s not okay to ask God, “why me.” Somehow, I do it anyway. Not on purpose, but really because we have tried to do everything the right way. We got married, bought a house and moved in together, and then attempted to start a family. Ever since my baby boy was gone, seems like its been one thing after another. Did you know, my husband’s biological father passed away exactly one month after we lost our son. Talk about tragedy! But yet, together we have managed to get through it all.
But seriously, why me? Is it because of something I did in the past? Who knows. If you ever find yourself asking yourself these questions, just stop. No need to beat yourself up about anything. We are all human and make mistakes. And things just happen. It may not turn out the way we want them to but there is a reason for everything. I am a strong believer of this.
I don’t think I will ever be okay about losing a baby. However, life has began to get better for us. I am constantly praying for us, hoping for more blessings. And we appreciate everyone who has been praying for us. We are truly blessed to be born in a world where we have people around us who genuinely care.