My husband is heading to Washington tomorrow (God willing and no snow) to join the March for Life. The right to choose will make the news.
We have four grown sons, two by birth, two by adoption. The adoptions were planned; the pregnancies were inconvenient surprises. I whined to God, “the timing is all wrong.”
Now I can barely remember why it was a problem. What loomed large then were just temporary trials.
James 1:2-4
Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete.
I suppose I could have chosen “immature and incomplete.” I’m glad I didn’t.
