Through a series of events, my son decided to attend Georgetown University, a Jesuit college on the other side of the country. I was sad and excited at the same time. He was far away, but he was also somehow connected -- at least Georgetown would expose him to some “mandatory” religion courses and keep him in a formal association with God.
My son leaving for college marked a dramatic season in my life. In one month, I lost my son, my second husband (affairs and communication breakdown finally led to divorce), my house (as part of the divorce), and my dog (new apartment didn’t allow pets, so he moved in with my mother). As a teacher, I also changed schools and grade levels. I was in disarray -- so I started seeking God’s plan for the rest of my life. As part of my prayer time, I started writing letters to God.