When aggressive breast cancer shattered my world, fear paralyzed me completely. I couldn't pray, couldn't open my Bible, couldn't breathe. For the first time, God felt distant. Then emails flooded in—my church family praying the words I couldn't speak, sharing Scripture I couldn't read. God met me in my inability. That gray December day, I learned: my limitations don't limit God. His love overwhelmed my fear. Twenty-one years later, He still does.

Plot twists are an invitation to cling to the right hand of God’s authority and hang on for dear life.