When I was a little girl, my mom and I would get up early most mornings to read the Bible together. I always loved the stories in the Old Testament of battles and heroes and romance. I pictured myself as Esther speaking for her people, Deborah leading the armies into battle or Rahab saving the spies.  In my daydreams I was the biblical version of Wonder Woman, stepping up and saving the day when the men failed to get the job done. These days I’m too tired to play warrior princess. Since my daughter Alyssa got sick, another Old Testament story has resonated with me though.

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