It has been over a week since I last posted. I got a phone call last Tuesday morning. Calls at 5:30 a.m. from the east coast always have me a bit nervous. This one was no different from all the others. The voice on the other end told me the news. My sixteen year old niece had passed away. I was speechless. She had been diagnosed with aortic stenosis at the age of three. On top of that, she had one properly functioning kidney in her petite body. The doctors told her mother she’d be lucky to see the age of five. But our family refused to believe the report. God blessed us with her for sixteen wonderful years. She was called home on February 8, 2011.
Times like these cause many to question their faith. Skeptics question a God who allows young people to suffer and pass away before they have lived a “full” life. Honestly, my first thought when I heard the news was, “Why?” I didn’t want to hear any of the cliches. “Everything happens for a reason.” “Stay strong for her.” I just wanted to know why he didn’t intervene. As I began to process my pain I realized one thing.