I was sitting on her couch, munching on one of her wicked chocolate chip cookies, lost in thought. It had been a month since we’d started easing into our strange new relationship. Me, I was getting used to talking and occasionally having a few nights of peaceful sleep.
The nightmares hadn’t stopped, but they’d decreased. Paige never asked about my past, seeming content to talk about trivial things and to do most of the talking. It was Sunday, early afternoon, and I was contemplating this morning’s sermon.
I never thought I’d ever be remotely interested in Church. But after that first sermon…. The pastor was preaching about suffering.
I knew suffering.
He asked us to imagine a world without suffering…
Without suffering, I would have never met her.
Or for that matter, Paige.
That’s a lot of stuff I’d miss.
He talked about how, even through suffering, good things can come, and how we can turn to God in our times of suffering. Everything he said made sense. It clicked.