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  • Writer's pictureLeAnn Petterson

Meeting the Father in Seasons of Loss - Part 2

Woulda. Coulda. Shoulda

"Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them." Psalm 139:16

If the doctors "woulda" kept him on that medication longer... then his brain wouldn't have swollen...

If I only "coulda" heard when he first struggled... perhaps I could have helped him better...

I "shoulda" asked more medically relevant questions...I made the final decision to place him in hospital hospice and less than 24 hours later he died...

My loved one's death was no surprise to God. Who am I to tell God what is best? Ultimately, God is God, and I am not. NOTHING I woulda, coulda, or shoulda done changed the plan God already had in place for all the days formed for my husband. This truth has helped free me from living with regret.

Heavenly Father, thank you for your sovereignty. Even if we can't be there, you are with our loved ones as they take their final lap of victory. Despite our lack of human understanding, thank you for being consistently in control. Help us each to accept and celebrate the wisdom and direction you have for our lives.

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