So I am warning you in advance but this is kind of a heavy Friday post. But I am also always honest with you guys and never shy away from sharing the tough stuff.
I can’t even begin to count the amount of emails, comments and personal conversations I have had with people regarding God and my miscarriages. I thought about not addressing this but I also feel like it is a part of me and is important lest anyone think I am…gasp…lost.
First I want to start by saying that I have never for one second of my life ever believed that my way is the right or only way. I have always just viewed it as my way. I 100% believe that the idea of religion is man-made and that all religions lead back the same God. Christianity, Islam, Judaism, and all the thousands of other beautiful religions all lead to the same God. It is the way we worship him that has been created by man.
I know that is a very liberal view point and not one shared by many. But it is what I believe.
With that said, I was raised Jewish. I married a Jewish man and if Keith and I get the privilege to be parents we will raise our children Jewish. But I in no way think that Judaism is the only religion in which to find God and eternal bliss with Him. I think all religions are special and unique and very personal to each individual.
Many people recommended books for me to read after my miscarriages. I ended up reading When Bad Things Happen To Good People by Harold Kushner. Mr. Kushner is a Rabbi and, truthfully, that did make it slightly more appealing to me. He also, unfortunately, endured his own struggle with facing his own child’s illness and subsequent death.
This book was amazing for me.
FOR ME. It doesn’t mean it would be amazing for you. But, for me, it was exactly what I needed to hear.
It made sense. It worked. What I took away was that bad things happen in this world. Bad awful things and they can not be explained. But God is here to comfort us and to help take away our pain. To reassure us that He is always in our corner. He can’t protect us and take all the bad things away in this world but he will be there for us to help pick up the pieces. The ultimate Father.
This is exactly what I needed to hear.
I shy away from people who push their religious views without being asked for them. I shy away from people who think I am going to Hell simply because I don’t believe exactly as they do. I shy away from people who feel like they need to “save me”.
I only write this post because I want some people to know that I don’t need saving. My miscarriages were tragic but my relationship with God is good and healthy and perfect for me.
My favorite Bible Verse: Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. (Deuteronomy 6:4–8)
My over arching point here is that for me, for Keith, for our family this works. Our religion works. We are happy. Don’t feel sorry for me. Don’t pray that I see your light. Just be happy that I have a relationship with God that in its own right is beautiful and loving and perfect…
Have a wonderful weekend Loves!