It was always my belief that things happen for a reason. That life hits us with events that we have no control over but when we look at the bigger picture there was always a reason for it happening, a lesson to learn.
Then last month I read something in the local paper that shocked me. A mother had lost her daughter. Her daughter threw herself off a building to her death. Why? Because she was mourning the loss of her sister. Two years before her young teenaged sister had been raped and then stabbed to death.
It made me think. Could I stand in front of this mother and tell her everything happens for a reason? The answer is no I could not. It made me question whether I had taken on believing something I read in a book that sounds great in theory but doesn’t always fit in practise.
I still believe that when an event happens to me personally I can take a look at that event and see how dealing with it will help me transform my way of thinking, feeling or behaving. But I have to admit that if something happened to my children I don’t think I could be that charitable.
