My relationship with God had never been challenged before the accident.
My faith was on autopilot.
I never really needed that much from God.
My life was mostly of joy.
Ron and I baptized the kids, said our prayers, and went to church.
We even put two kids in religious school.
What more could God want?
We were a happy household until the accident.
That’s when I learned that my God was too small and If I was to survive everything I had to find a bigger God.
It all started with the question of heaven.
I knew that if I didn’t believe in heaven I’d never see Ryan again.
So I took a leap of faith.
It seemed like the next natural move.
We’ll dig into it next week…