“Any point during this ordeal you thought about turning to God for help?”
Simple answer. No.
I did not turn to god for help. I did not even think about praying or putting it out there that I needed his help. When I prayed about the little boy who was verbally abused by the teacher I had time to think and to mull over the situation. There was time to reflect and time to for the idea to get in my head.
This was my child, my emergency, my right now. Even after my husband ran with my unconscious child up the stairs at the stadium I didn’t have time to think about asking god for anything? Why? Because I am not a Christian. God is not where I go to for help. I don’t ask magical forces to fix my issues or my child. I can say things like “I hope that x, y or z does or does not happen” but I am not asking a mythical figure to change the things in my life. I am really just talking to myself knowing full well that what will happen will happen. Somethings are just out of my control. That does not mean they have to be in the control of someone else. I suppose that is the big difference. I know that some things are out of my control, and some things I can control if I would just do something. Christians want to have God in control.
One of the comments I have received has been about the difference of living “like” a Christian versus “as” a Christian. I cannot live as a Christian because I am not one. I do not believe. I have been trying to live like a Christian but it does seem that “fake it til you make it” doesn’t work with belief. I can pretend and I can do all the things that Christians do like go to church and pray and red the bible but overall that has not changed what I believe. So when it came to a moment in my life where I was not in control of the situation at all I did not turn to God because he’s not there.