As we welcome in a new year, I’ve decided to share My Story with our readers. This is very personal to me, and I had to think long and hard about sharing it with the public. I have decided to do it because we all have a story to tell and share. I encourage all to share your story and search for answers. No one should ever feel alone in their lives. Through sharing, we can all grow in ourselves and in our faith and understanding of the role that God plays in our lives.
My husband and I were high school sweethearts at Dayton High School. We married in 1980 in this city and took up residence here. We did not attend church on a regular basis. We lived it up, going out Friday and Saturday nights and sleeping in on Sundays. In 1983 we decided to start a family. Our son was born in April of 1984 only to live three days before passing away. We were devastated, hurt, and lost. What was happening to us? We had lived clean lives, believed in God and tried to follow his teachings. Why was God taking my son?
We were in a dark place, believing we were being punished by God. We could not understand why this happened to us. In later years, our family did grow by three, and eventually we did grow to attend church. Through growth in our church and our faith, we have learned several things:
Submitted by: Melody Dilts
Dayton Community News