that you might find a way to climb up that thread and arrive at safer ground. I can see why people say religion is a “crutch.” You lean on it when you’re desperate, when you’ve got nothing else. Before Joshua was born, it’s like my belief in God was just a comfortable abstraction. I didn’t understand that woman on the radio who was upset with God when she lost her home, because I hadn’t lost my home; it was easy to trust God. And maybe now the only reason I’m praying is because I’ve totally lost