There are certain scriptures in the Bible that I have avoided.

Not what you were expecting to here from someone who’s been encouraging you to read the Bible since 2012, right?

Well, it is true.

For years, any scripture on suffering I would skim right past.

It was almost if I read it, then God would bring suffering into my life.

I know, I know. It sounds crazy.

Those scriptures I would avoid like the plague .

Once again, I find myself in a new season.

A season of just me and the man I married almost 25 years ago.

Full circle.

It started with us, and I guess here we are again. Just the two of us.

We are finding our rhythm. Slowly, but surely.

Everything is new right now.

We pulled into the parking lot overflowing with parents and teenagers.

My stomach was in a gigantic knot as young college kids were directing us where to park.

“You have one hour to unload,” the scrawny college kid tells us as we crack the window open to hear him.

Great, I am thinking. One hour. How in the world will we unload my daughter’s new life in her dorm in just an hour?

45 minutes later, we scurry to the car for the last load of her things.

I hear a huge pop in the sky.

Looking up, I see a rain cloud hovering right over us.