MY BABY WAS two months old when he died. Several people from the church I belonged to at that time told me this was God's will. They thought that would be a comfort, but it wasn't. I thought, "What kind of a God would do that?" My grief and suffering were so great that I was in constant physical pain. I carried that hurt and grief with me, wondering why God had taken my child away.
About a year later, we moved, and a woman came to our house to welcome us to the neighborhood. We began talking about religion, and she told me that God is the only creator and that everything He creates is good. She said that God is Love and Truth and Life and Spirit. She said that we are the perfect creations of God. God is Spirit and we're spiritual, and because we're spiritual, there is no death.
There was a presence with me—it was like a divine presence, which just stayed right in the house with me, comforting me.