I see my cousin, Christie, who I haven’t seen for twenty-plus years, and the heart tug that is family is there immediately. She was a girl the last time we were together. She’s a woman now, seasoned and sweetened by the years, and I am touched by her story of rebellion and redemption. Her faith is a beautiful, hard-won thing. I am so pleased to spend a few hours with her, her Oklahoma accent sweet in my ears as she shares some of her story with me, and I wish the years had not been so many.