Wills Be Undone
I think we can all recall a moment, or several, that shifted the core of what we believe. I have had a few myself, but I remember this one clear as day. Eight years ago, I stood in my friend's kitchen bent over mangled Chick-Fil-A bags strewn across the counter. She thoughtfully asked how I was hanging in during one of Ryan's many chemo weeks. Waiting for the words to find me, I stared at the half eaten kids meals with my nerves feeling equally chewed up and spit out. As I gradually explained the daily challenges, I concluded with a thought I didn't want to admit having. "I never wanted this kind of story and I don't know what I did, or what turn I took for this to be our lot." She stared blankly at me for a moment, as if she saw the same admitted flaw in my statement as I did. I shrunk as my friend delivered a truth I desperately needed to hear. "You didn't do anything for this to be your lot, Renee, and it's a broken theology to even entertain t