“I came [into work], like I do every other Saturday in September, I can tell you the date, they literally just handed me a letter— didn’t explain it. It literally just said, this is what’s happening, you can’t do anything about it. Sorry about your luck.” The loss of income left Jon and Becky at odds. Through prayer, they decided the best choice for the family would be for Jon to become a… Read More
This story was originally published June 20, 2014. We invite you this summer into a series of #TBT posts beginning with Ezra Wilson’s contagious love for his God and his family. Ezra Wilson is that person. You know, the person you just know you’ll immediately admire indefinitely, one you can only hope you would grow up to be like.
I was tearing my family apart and I just wanted it all to be over. I wanted my life to be over. I wasn’t a good wife or a good mother. I wasn’t good for anything, and I truly thought my family would be better off without me around to continually screw things up.
Emily’s verse, stitched on pillows in her home and posted on her website, is John 9:1-3, which reads, “As he passed by, he saw a man blind from birth. And his disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” Jesus answered, “It was not that this man sinned, or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him.”