God, how can you possibly allow me to go through something this hard? I thought. How can you expect me to never belong? To live without a companion, without a family? I had no doubt that I’d be a faithful husband, a caring dad. I could see myself growing old with the husband I’d never have, raising my kids to love Jesus. For the first time since I met Jesus in that pub years before, I doubted it—doubted it all.
This struggle issb all too real
