Happy Sad Story (or Sad Happy Story)

Tonight I heard a woman share a most troubling, painful story from her childhood—the kind of story that, with one hand, crumples a naive heart and throws it in the wastepaper basket.

Still, she smiled as she told it; so I knew, even when it seemed unbearably sad, the ending would be good.

For forty years the ending wasn’t good. But just this month, thanks to the healing voice of God, it’s perfect.