The Cross and Christmas

When I was first asked about my relationship with God while grieving, I was only about 7 months into my own grief. I was learning how to pray for the first time. I was learning how to be vulnerable with Jesus. And that He’s not just a “mural” or sculpture of a man hanging from a cross. Jesus is alive. Very much alive. And I can prove it. I began my relationship with my God after my ten month old son, Bo William died in September 2015. It took me cursing God and having nightmares that were less than settling for me to find the courage to ask for help. And it wasn’t until I was asked, “Have you prayed about it?” That all I could do was sit there. Dumbfounded. No! What the hell is praying going