Life is tricky. God gave us all the freedom to choose, and with that gift comes the freedom to choose poorly. My dad’s choices were costly to us, and even more so to him. But as I think you’ll see in my story, God has an uncanny ability to redeem our mistakes. To use them for good. I’m not saying God wanted my parents to split—my pain and isolation wasn’t his initial plan for me—but I am overwhelmed by his ability to take our hurts and our lousy choices and turn them to gold. To bless us—and others—through our broken lives.
