What we owe the gray

We are trained, almost from the beginning, to sort. Good or bad. Right or wrong. Worth it or not. We reach for the verdict because a verdict means it’s over, means we can put it somewhere and stop carrying it. The mind wants a drawer. Life, unfortunately, does not always provide one. There are experiences that resist every attempt at clean categorization. Seasons of our lives that brought real pain and also, undeniably, brought something we still carry as a gift. Choices that cost us somet