Three wise men brought gold, frankincense, and myrrh to honor a king. I brought my 97-year-old mother to the audiologist without her hearing aids.
Three of us had one job—the aide, me, and Mama herself—and we all failed. Sitting in that car, halfway to the appointment, I felt the weight of trying to be omniscient, omnipresent, and never-failing in someone else’s life. The exhaustion hit deeper than bone.
God isn’t waiting for you to get it right. He’s already present in your getting it wrong. Share on XHere’s what nobody talks about when you’re rebuilding after a devastating loss: You don’t just lose the person or the life you had. You lose the illusion that you were ever in control. And in that terrifying space between who you were and who you’re becoming, God does something unexpected. He doesn’t fix your mistakes. He inhabits them.
