Other times, we lose hope because we’re wading through dark seasons, through the deepest whys.
I remember one such season. We were in the middle of a move, living in an apartment until our new house was finished. We had just left the church we called home for a decade. We had to say goodbye to our dogs. And then my young, healthy friend ended up with cancer.
I remember sitting in the driver’s seat of my car. My husband called and said her fight was over.
It was the day before Valentine’s Day.
I scratched hows and whys on black and white pages, in blood red ink mixed with tears. How wide and deep was this why…