In 2009, my wife woke to a ball of anxiety about what was happening, about our business going under and all the debt weighing us down, about us having to leave a place we loved and move our family of six into my parents’ basement 150 miles away. She slid out of bed, down onto the floor, and put her face in the plush carpet.
How can this be happening? God, how can you let this happen?
She heard the closest thing she’s ever heard to an audible voice from heaven, and it echoed in her mind, one phrase reverberating and growing.
This is a gift.
When the phrase faded off into the darkness, disappearing beneath the whirring of the ceiling fan, my wife shook her head.
Well, she muttered, it’s a pretty shitty gift.
She stood up off the floor, crawled back into bed, and went to sleep.
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This is a portion of my debut post for the collaborative site, We Are Here. You can read the entire post HERE.