I went to church a couple of days ago...and it was Preschoolers’ Day, where all the little kids got to go in front and sing for everyone. I felt so out of place there because of the lack of a family of my own. Because I wasn’t allowed to be a Dad when my son was growing up, I missed out on a lot of things.
Do I resent that? You bet I do! Even though I was worshipping God along with the rest of the congregation, He could see that I was in pain, and He got me through the service (and the rest of the day to boot) without my breaking down and crying right then and there.
Thank you, God.