It’s not my fault for that fateful day. It's not my fault, I can confidently say, for God is sovereign in all his ways. The church prayed, I prayed that it doesn't turn out bad, but my child is still dead, and now I am sad. God protects children seeing the evil to come, I guess God must do this by killing some. My neighbour Joe is lucky I must say, when he lost his little boy on that fateful day. The Pastor had preached that at this very hour, God took Joe’s little boy to sing in his choir. It’s not my fault, I can confidently say. I had always warned my child to look both ways. If you forget to look before you cross though, a car can come and run over you. It was cold and windy on my fateful day, when my boy run into the street not looking both ways. It happened like I said, time and time again, a car came from nowhere to meet my child’s End. A thud and a screech stopped my child’s run, I ran over and prayed, that thy will be done. The Hospital we rushed on that fateful day, I called my Pastor, he was on the way. My Pastor then looked with a knowing eye, God is working this out for good, so don’t cry. We called the whole church to save the day, surely God would not miss if over 50 prayed. In the waiting room I did the best as I was able, when I was told there would be one less place to set at the dinner table. It’s not my fault, is all I can say, every time I worried, I would pray. Protect my son, keep him safe today, Please dear God, don’t take my son away. That was 50 years ago and now I have cancer. I would pray to God if I thought He would answer. One thing I learned, and so should you. Mark 11:23 Is so very true. By Michael H. (Inspired by all the things I have heard through the years) Also based on a real life situation of a man I met, the Lord having mercy to use me to help him see that God is never at fault, but we have a part also.