She showed me during those years that faith is something you tend to, something you nurture, something you dismantle and rebuild, something you wrestle with because it matters that much to you. And watching our church’s elders marked me too. It would have been easier, maybe, for them to insist on appearances, on business as usual. But they didn’t. I’m sure they had to answer hard questions about it from time to time, and I’m so grateful they were willing to care for our family in that way—it was the harder choice, but the better one.
