God will never quit on us

Sheryl H. Boldt Guest Columnist My daughter Wendy stood in her wedding gown before the full-length mirror. She and her bridesmaids chatted excitedly as they prepared for the very important day. I wanted to join in. As the mother-of-the-bride, I should – should what? I panicked. I didn’t feel ready for this responsibility. Only a few months earlier, I had begun my journey out of decades of severe chronic anxiety disorder. I tried to say something mother-of-the-bride-ish, but inste