I was seven months pregnant when my husband, Dana, walked through the door and wearily announced that he’d been laid off—again. It was the second time in three years, a result of the huge downturn in the housing market that accompanied the Great Recession.
We had four children, ages sixteen to four. At the sound of Dana’s words, all my hope for our future and theirs was crushed under the heavy weight of despair. Without speaking, I turned and walked out the back door, up the wooded hill behind our house, and fell to my knees under the towering pines. “Have you brought us here to die?” I cried out to God in anguish.
To keep reading, please join me on Faith Notes 2015 summer blog tour as I share on fellow Redbud Writers Guild memember Sharon Hoover’s blog, “A Journal of Missional Living.”
