I’m horrified that we locked my sweet, loveable, funny aunt into a prison of silence, where she dreaded the day she would die and go to the hell we had created.
I finally admitted to myself that while I prayed constantly, God never answered back. No words came to me. The feelings I experienced were my own. And the events that happened after I prayed had only the meaning I attributed to them. It was painful. I had poured out my life in service to someone … Continue reading Silent Reckoning