I walked into the house and I heard mom and Cora on zoom with a Bible study group. I heard the question, “When was a time you were angry at God?” I knew exactly when. I was angry when he took my dad from me. I even told him when I was praying for a miracle that I would be mad at him for a little while but I would eventually get over it. I did. By the time his funeral arrived I knew I had to remember the good times I had with him and appreciate the time I spent with him. I know God has a plan for us and we are not privy to it nor can we control it. It’s hard to accept the bad times and easy to accept the good.