The Question of God

Recently I was chatting to a friend when the subject of religious faith came up. The person commented that they had a hard time in believing in God when they looked at someone like me and saw what I go through. I was incredulous at this and told them so. How could they look at me and not believe in God? How could anyone whom knew me not see how blessed I am each and every day? I am 36 years old; when I was born my mummy was told to not get too close to me as I would probably be dead within a few weeks. She is a stubborn woman my mum and it is because of her care and love that I am still alive today. How could anyone not think that God had a hand in keeping me alive despite the odds?

Whilst in hospital last year I met a 19 year old girl whom had just gotten a transplant a few weeks before. She was very sweet and lovely and we chatted for quite a while. She told me all about her life; she still lived with mum and dad and was trying to finish year 12 via distance education as she had missed so much school through hospital admissions that she had been unable to graduate. I asked if she had a boyfriend and she shyly said no, she had never dated anyone but there was a guy that she liked. It was so sweet and innocent and hopeful that I was left with a sense that this is what a second chance at life is supposed to be; giving a lovely young girl like this the chance to live a normal life. Unfortunately she passed away a few months later and I vividly remember her blushing as she told me about the guy that she liked. Now I know that divorcing isn’t something to brag about, not to me anyway, but I have been loved by 3 incredible men in my life; my husband then after our divorce a boyfriend and now my future husband Brad. And these are incredible men I’m talking about, not just “he’s a good guy” type, but it takes a special man to commit his heart and his life to being with someone with cf. The infections, the clinic visits, hell even the coughing fits during sex are enough to drive lesser men away! But I have been blessed to have experienced being loved by and loving 3 amazing men, how could God not have had a hand in that?

Then there’s my family; we are a normally dysfunctional family who get pissed at each other and bicker, but we all love each other fiercely. The motto in our family is: If you hurt one of us, you hurt all of us. I have the most gentle, loving step father know to man, Doug and my beautiful sister Nikki is pure sunshine in my life, she is one of my best friends. Then I have my extended family of auntys, uncles, cousins etc whom all love me as dearly as I love them.  My friends; well a few posts ago I talked about what I used to be like, those days of virtually no friends are well and truly over and I am so happy to say that I have many friends whom I would move mountains for and they are same for me too. How could God not exist when there are so many amazing people in my life?

Look, I’m not a particularly religious person. I strongly believe in God and I regard myself as more spiritual than religious, but how could anyone know me and doubt that God has blessed me with every step of my journey?

Love

K