As many of you already know, yesterday turned from being one of the best days of our family's life to one of the worst. My cousin Raychel got the call yesterday that her double lung transplant was finally going to happen. Surgery was scheduled, family was ready, our prayer networks were set in motion. Then the surgeon noticed something was wrong with the donor lungs, and he made the tough call to not proceed. While we are all thankful that Raychel didn't receive broken lungs, it was crushing. So of course, we all kept praying. But for me, my prayers were a little bit different. This was the closest I have ever come to being outright angry with God. I told Him I didn't understand what the point of this was. We were okay waiting for the call. We didn't have lungs yet, but we were hopeful they were coming in God's time. Why did He have to get our hopes up only to crush them and then let us all wait in a new kind of agony? It felt like someone I loved had died, and I ...
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