I often wonder about “miracles” and how one gets one. How do they choose? A person in a horrific accident survived; a plane crash with survivors; a near drowning; a gun shot wound; a cancer survivor. Who chooses who gets the miracle? And why wasn’t it my sweet boy? Peoples lives are spared every second of the day, why wasn’t his? When I lost Parker, all my beliefs died along with him. I cannot justify anything taking the life of an innocent child. No god, no miracle, no prayer, no divine intervention. Nothing. He should have been a miracle. He should be here and nothing will ever change my mind.
I love you forever, Bud.
I am very sorry for your lost. We are part of something greater. Sometimes we don't understand why things happen or we end up understand them backward. Remember Job story in the Bible, our mind can never be able to contain or analyze like God does. And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. God loves you more than you can imagine.