Life Lived Not Lost

As I walked into the church, I felt my life falling apart. My tears rolled down my cheeks. There was no point in trying to hide. It hadn’t been eight months before I’d made the decision to follow Christ. I thought life with Him would be perfect and nothing could go wrong. But there I was, sitting in church wearing my Doctor Who t-shirt and a pair of jeans. It had been a month since my daughter, Victoria, passed away. Sitting in the pew, I reflected a few weeks back when Victoria stood at the pulpit to give her testimony of her stay in the hospital and how God was working through her. It was then when my mind flashed forward to the last moment of Victoria's life. I just wanted to scream. “Why now? I’m not ready and I’m afraid.” I didn't yet read that part of the Bible: how do I find the answer? How do I find comfort? A Life Lived, Not Lost will show how God prepared, carried, and comforted Cynthia Staton during her journey.