It was the tenth anniversary of my mother’s death and my weekend to myself, so I was free to do anything. I started the day like all the others since losing her, by remembering the good times. As the day went on, I had an overwhelming feeling to stay at home that night and just as I decided to stay home, I received my first call.
Have you ever been so mad with God that you refused to accept any guidance or warning that He gave you? I came to this point in my life where my fire for God was gone. I felt that I had suffered enough. No matter how much good I did I felt I still ended up suffering and I was done.
The support that I experienced to comfort me during my grief now provides me with the ability to provide that same comfort to others. As a nurse I have been accused of causing harm amongst other things when death occurs, but I understand this is grief speaking. I find it amazing that everything that I learned during one of the darkest seasons in my life has placed me in a position to help so many others.