This will offend some people, but I have come to hate the phrase, “My prayers were answered.”
When my son’s drug abuse turned to addiction and he died by suicide, my prayers were not answered. Does that mean my prayers were not good enough? Was I not worthy? Did I not go to church enough to be on the prayer radar?
It’s not any of that. It’s simply that Jesus, Buddha, God, Goddesses, saints, sons of God, or any deity can’t fix my tragedy. And what happened was not the result of a life poorly lead or my failure in parenting skills.
I’m not trashing religion because faith of all kinds does have the power to heal. I just can’t look to someone else, even Jesus, to fix my broken heart nor can I point to some higher power to blame for the tragedy.
When it comes to my healing, I had to invest in me and have faith in myself. That’s where I had to start.