I said a lot of prayers that felt ignored after Joseph died. I poured my heart out to God, asking him why, telling him how much I love and miss Joseph, begging that Joseph would be happy and well cared for in heaven, and letting him know just how hard this was.
Lately, I’ve had a different perspective… maybe God is the best listener. Maybe he was letting me pour my heart out without sending me platitudes or telling me it was okay. After all, that’s what I hate from other people.
Maybe he was letting me and my feelings be and holding my hand through it. I think God is love, and grief is love, so he gets it.
Maybe. I don’t know for sure, but it feels right.