magdelina
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i was hesitant to open this thread and read all written, but i am glad i did so. i felt no pain, or frustration, more it was to see what others had to say.i saw some other sisters have dealt with this sorrow. i have always wondered if there was a great tragedy in my life, would i turn to God? would i be strong,would the best come out in me or the worse? i know those answers now, and have come through the other side. yes, my faith in God deepened, and i turned towards Him ,and not away. yes, i had to be strong, and not only that, but for reasons that will come clear, vigilent. and i learned to endure, and now, to live again, looking at life with joy, and still vibrant and passionate. Master was murdered. on assignment, serving His country, in a very brutal manner. He went missing for fourteen days before His team found Him. and there was danger, and i had to be very quiet, act "normal" and be very careful, vigilent how does one get through such? day by day, sometimes minute by minute. and no, it is not touched by "dynamics", it is a human tragedy alone. and rage, no one has mentioned that. it exists, rage at circumstances, at diseases, at the suddeness, at what might have been, most of the rage is for our children, and how life has cheated them. anger, i was so angry, why did He take such a dangerous assignment, why were not i and the children enough. but see, to give in to that would negate Him, and that is not permissable, so therefore i honor His choice, and have fierce pride in His vocation, and my love of country grew also. since His death, i have grown, found strengths in myself i never knew i had, and carried on, knowing exactly how He would wish me to behave, and live. what have i found? that life is beautiful. that life is to be lived fully, because me living with joy enobles what we had. and , i have been so blessed, so many good things, so many miracles, and i know with all my being, it is because He is there, guiding, intervening, and lving still. He is within me, evey day. and i will see Him again.
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