While on a run I communed with the memory:
Freshman year in college,
and the words, "This wasn't supposed to happen to me. I am the good girl."
Halloween was canceled for me that year. There were no treats. Or tricks. Just truth.
We used protection and yet nothing is 100 percent. Besides, protection doesn't void sin.
So there I was, sitting at the dinner table sharing with my parents what I'd just discovered. They asked me of my plan and I was shocked that I was expected to have one. I was stunned and still reeling from the news. I expected love, acceptance and grace.
I didn't realize until today that today marks 11 days until my birthday: 11-11.
For years, today was to me all about that memory of finding out what sin can do.
And for years, today always led to 11-12, the day I chose to snuff out life with yet another sin.
Eleven days from today I'll turn another year. And twelve days from today I'll remember one who didn't.
That I can possibly be a blessing -- to Him and to others -- it's remarkable and nothing short of grace.