grief pangs
There was a beautiful talk in the Saturday evening session of General Conference. The man shared powerful stories of using the priesthood power of God to bless his family - raising two members of his immediate family from death on two separate occasions. I went to bed early that night. I've been extra tired lately. Or was it hearing that story again that moved me to tune out of the conference early? I believe in the priesthood power of God. I am happy for those who see their loved ones' lives preserved and are spared the pain of grief for a time. I also know that I am not one of those people. My children's lives were not preserved. I was not spared the pain of child loss. And it doesn't mean I am any less, less beloved, or lacking in faith. Sometimes I hear of miraculous recoveries and wonder - did I really do all I could? Was there a question I could have asked, or a request I could have made? My brain fills with some form of disson...