The third force, preeminent over all persons, principalities, and powers, was God himself. He was at hand in the fury, hidden and unhidden, revealing—not himself so much, but the pact I’d make with self-destruction. It was a time of divine testing, of tearing down and clearing out. The first months of my perfect storm, the worst part, when my mind was the least coherent, lasted the better part of a year.
