It’s been almost a year since the day that my cousin Michael died. I woke up that Sunday morning to my mom and sister coming into my room. I could tell by the looks on their faces that something was wrong.
I can remember trying to hold back the tears when my mom told me that Michael had died in a car accident, and I felt anger as I asked God why He would take him from us. Michael was still so young and had much ahead of him; I just didn’t understand.
The day that we buried him I cried out to God demanding answers, but much to my dismay, the answers never came. It took me a long time to trust God with the pain. I tried to bury it all inside so that no one would see the pain.
I came to the point that I realized I needed to let it go and trust God. I might never get answers as to why God took Michael home, but I need to trust that God has a greater plan than what I can see now.
Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. Psalm 62:8
