The lesson I am preparing to teach has a bulleted section labeled:
BE VULNERABLE.
This will be interesting, I think.
Consider sharing your own ‘even if He doesn’t’ story.

How much time do you have?

I have watched people I love die. I loved Him still.
I listened to diagnoses that rewrote the trajectory of my life. I loved Him still.
I sacrificed the school I chose, the degree I wanted. I loved Him still.
I desperately wanted a job that was withheld. I loved Him still.
I lived with a salary that didn’t cover my bills. I loved Him still.
I was routinely passed over for financial advancement because I was not head of household. I loved Him still.
I watched others’ decisions become my problems. I loved Him still.
I was subjected to years of second hand trauma, rewriting my genetic code. I loved Him still.
I know the cycle of addiction. I loved Him still.
I witnessed the loss of lifelong relationships for false gods and pet preferences. I loved Him still.
I entered counseling because of the church but never spoke ill of her. I loved Him still.
I long to be a wife and watch girls just out of their teens become them while I am not. I love Him still.
I long to be a mother while the years of my fertility wane. I love Him still.

My life is the story.
It has not been written the way I expected. The way I have prayed. The way I have pleaded.
Did God give me a bad story? I once asked through suffocated sobs.
Even if He did, I love Him.