“And what about faith? Hadn’t Mama taught me that God is a good and faithful father, that He knew the plans He had for me, and they were plans to proper me and not to harm me? If she had lived through the grief and despair I was feeling and had clung to her faith, living by the very things she’d taught me, then couldn’t I trust that God was faithful and loving and that He knew what was best for me even when i couldn’t see it for myself?”
