Romans 12:9-21
Life is normal. I get up, I have breakfast, I shower and dress. I go to work or walk dogs or clean house, write a few emails. Nothing untoward, nothing unusual.
Sometimes I write an email that I find distressing, sharing the experience of a dead child. I often weep whilst contemplating the agony that my recipient is enduring. I can do this because others did it for me. Friends who led seemingly normal lives shared their skeletons when I needed to know that even in the black times God is there.
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