But, I ain't gonna.
Last week, Jen Hatmaker wrote about her mom's cancer diagnosis and how much she had feared it would shake her faith...and how much it actually hadn't. (I'm paraphrasing, obviously).
My friend (I wish), Jen Hatmaker is able to look her mother in the eye and declare that God is still good.
And I get it. Kind of.
Oh, for heaven's sake.
It is one of those requests that you never imagined having to pray over and over and over again.
But, you do.
It's the kind of request that ignites public weeping. Very public weeping. Sorry, Panera.
Do you have those, too?
Are you ready to give up?
Wanna trade? You pray for mine and I'll pray for yours, and it'll all come out in the wash.
'Cept when you accidentally end up being the one who gets blessed with a furry, brown dachshund, don't come whining to me.
But...imagine my wonder and surprise to discover, after all this time, that I can look my husband in the eye and declare that God is still good.
Forever and ever Amen.