Your Moral Character
“Dear Jehovah, give his burden to me. I can carry it. I am strong. Please, allow me to have it,” I heard myself whispering a bit too loud, likely audible to the EMT next to me. “It’s ok,” I thought, “I’m sure he’s used to wailing mothers. He understands.” From the back of the ambulance, I held Shiloh’s hand, gently but firmly, and continued my prayers. Less than 30 minutes before, I was crouching...