After the big reveal, the one where I found everything out in more detail than I probably should have, a new pastoral acquaintance of mine encouraged me to not focus so much on what had been revealed to me but to focus on God. “Sure, I’ll focus on God,” I promised him. Humph. Now how did Pastor Mark expect me to do that in the alternate universe I had just woken up in? How was I supposed to focus on God when God saw what my two boys and I were going through for so many years but didn’t clue me in on it. He didn’t even stop it so I wouldn’t waste so many years of my life, years that I could never get back. How did that pastor expect me to focus on God with my heart shredded into little itty bitty pieces, a dent in my sanity and my eyes clouded over from never ending tears of brokenness. Was he serious?
FOCUS ON GOD? YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME
