Noctisardor Bypass john 13:20

he listens.
a girl brought into holiness by a bishop, sending her down the righteous path of marriage and motherhood only to have her family be sundered and stricken. it must be her fault, there is no other conclusion; she had done something to anger god. she was a heretic and a whore, a wench; especially now with her unsanctimonious coupling and resulting children. but that was why he was here.
he could make her whole again. bring her back to god.
but he is not unsympathetic. i am a widower as well, his voice cracks just enough to reveal the underlying emotion, gaze falling to the floor. she fell ill one winter, and our girls could not cope with it. and so they left. that is why i am here. it is a pain like no other, a pain i would not wish upon anyone. even through the lies, there is a nugget of truth if one looks hard enough.
i am not god. i cannot tell you what he is thinking, or why he does these things, brings us this pain. but i do know that everything happens for a reason. he has a plan for you, much like he has one for me. you have experienced much pain, but in time, you too will know joy if you only allow yourself to have it, he gazes now upon her sons, gesturing to their plump bellies. and there is still much to thank him for. you have healthy children, both of this year and last. you have a safe home, and friends, family, and now he reaches out a paw, touching her wrist if she would allow. and i promise you that god still loves you, no matter what.