This is the story she would’ve gone on telling forever. Her place of great shame became the place of great mercy. The very part of her story she wanted to erase or hide in the fine print at the bottom of the page became the very part of her story she’d never stop telling. That’s the kind of author God is. He doesn’t edit. He repurposes and redeems. He turns the worst moments into the irreplaceable, climactic ones. Her most obvious failure was also her greatest victory.
