Mom
I can admittedly say that I stepped away from God these past few years. I was never the perfect Catholic/Christian growing up, nor did I read the bible or say a prayer every night. I would use God when I needed him…leaned on him when I thought he could possibly help…cried out to him in my worst of times…and then completely shut him off and hated him when John passed away. He did not help the situation and did not heal him but rather I felt, he took him away. These past few years, rather than leaning on God or using him as a crutch, I leaned on my family, my friends, and myself. I have not prayed in a long time. I thought those who did pray were weak and those who boasted about how “religious” or “committed” they were to Him were showing off and annoying. I hated the term, “Things happen for a reason…God will show you the way…blah blah blah.” It was too much for me to bare. I was judgmental, feeling hurt, thought love and good vibes could cure all, but at the end of the day, somethin