I was getting ready to face my greatest fear: the death of not just one but both of my parents. But unlike the little girl making contingency plans on the porch and trying to carry the weight of the world on her small shoulders, I knew that I was loved by God and that I was not alone. I didn’t have to figure out how to provide for myself or anyone else. I knew his promises—to always and only do good to his children; to provide for, protect, and be with them—and I trusted him to be faithful. The One who was stronger than sin and death had heard my prayers with an attentive ear and had given me
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