It has been over 16 months with my favorite atheist, and I never thought I would see the day. I NEVER thought I would see this day. I wish I could share the loads of notes, conversations, meltdowns, pick-ups, breakdowns, pep-talks, clean-ups, body checks, kleenex boxes, and the "Me toos" of depression, hopelessness, despair and recovery. I wish I could tell you how she hated God (who she also did not believe in); how she hated people, Christians, life and existence. I wish I could tell you about every speck of redemptive light that patiently split the dark over the past year.
But it is not my story to tell.
My heart is bursting with songs of redemption, yet they are not mine to sing. They are hers, and I will gladly let her sing them. I will let her sing them, because...I never thought I would see the day...she is singing them.
She is singing.
My favorite atheist is an atheist no more.
She is singing the love of Jesus.
And I have the best seat in the house.
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