“I don’t think God would allow the same thing to happen twice. Why would He allow you to get so seriously sick again when you’ve already endured that testing once?”
That was the response of my husband, then brand new boyfriend when I warned him about my health condition and how serious it had been in the past while we were sitting outside of a coffee shop, tucked away in a private moment away from the bustle inside.
He had that dreamy glow in his turquoise eyes, and I guess I must have as well because I said, “Maybe you’re right.”
He was right and wrong at the same time. He was wrong because God still did allow me to become seriously ill again, but he was very right in that God didn’t test me the same way twice.