My husband, Nelson, once said if we ever write a book the title should be, It Wasn’t Supposed to be Like This. And surely the words are true. But I wonder if that phrase isn’t actually already the subtitle for the Bible. After all, there are only two chapters at the beginning of the Scriptures and a few at the end that tell how things are “supposed to be.” The rest of the Bible is about how things really are and about the unfolding story of God’s redemptive grace to set things right again.
When Nelson and I started our life together, it was supposed be perfect. Our naive love would mature into true love. From our union would come children— healthy, smart and pretty. Although we hadn’t a clue about parenting, we would learn in on-the-job training fashion. We would serve God as a family, with all our heart, soul and strength, going to the ends of the earth to declare His glory among the nations. That is how it was supposed to be. Now comes the rest of our book.