Three Truths To Remember When You’ve Been Disappointed By God

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I scrubbed crusty orange vomit from the white carpet stairs. How had I gotten to the place where I didn’t even have time to clean this up before it dried? For four years, two little boys had filled up my time and heart. I hadn’t exactly been desperate for another child. Two boys seemed like a nice, even number. They could be each other’s best friend forever, making messes and getting each other into trouble. My nose wrinkled at the acrid smell wafting through the stairwell. Both boys had been born via unplanned C-section, and that was enough surgery for me. The world had enough troubles of its own without adding more middle-class consumers. That’s what I told God. Then He spoke back. One day I walked across the parking lot to the gym, and He whispered to my heart: let me give you a daughter. The whisper was so … Read More