Not God’s fault.

 In all my years with a heart defect, I never remember blaming God or being mad at God.

I don’t feel God did this to me or caused it as part of his plan.  Perhaps because I’ve always believed in Science.  My heart defect, no uterus and scoliosis is just something biological that happened.  

God doesn’t cause bad things to happen but He is there every step of the way to help us with it, through it.  He guides the hands of the selfless life saving surgeons, doctors and nurses.  He’s there to hold all in the palm of His hand moving through each battle, each struggle, and each victory.

Most importantly, He’s there to usher us into the next journey if there is no more need for the body.  I believe this is true for every living thing regardless of religious beliefs, regardless if they are human or another species.

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