Today I am over at A Deeper Story. If you don’t know about A Deeper Story, take some time to peruse the site. Some of the best writers out there are sharing their stories and struggles with faith.
58 weeks ago I took a walk in the woods. I didn’t go into the woods to find wilderness – these were not expansive woods where one could get lost even if they were trying. This was a small square lot of woods surrounded by housing developments and a small airport. Truth is, I didn’t need a vast expanse of wilderness to get lost in because the wilderness had found me.
My wilderness was circumstance. My wilderness was confusion. My wilderness was anger.
My wilderness was wondering where the hell God was.
In less than a week my wife and I rode the emotional roller coaster of finding out she was pregnant, being told something was wrong, confirming something was wrong, and then being told the child would not survive and, if we did not end the pregnancy, my wife’s life was at risk. So in the middle of the night, sitting in a sterile room in the emergency department, my wife and I made one of the most emotional decisions of our lives. We ended the pregnancy.
58 weeks ago I took a walk in the woods, but we were both in the wilderness.