Pre-accident, I only knew God from a distance, more like a ‘sky-God.’
Many of us were taught how to pray to the ‘sky-God’ in heaven.
After the accident, I found God, or God found me, and I learned that prayer is conversational.
God had come to live in my heart, not in the sky.
As my Faith grew, I began to grow too.
I was given Wisdom, a spoonful at a time.
For instance, I realized that Ryan was a Gift given to me, not a Gift taken away.
From the beginning, I felt honored that God entrusted Ryan to me, but more than that, God entrusted himself to me in an intimate ‘horizontal’ relationship.
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