What if You’re Wrong?


Honest Conversations with Wendy Cunningham



What an amazing work of God that you’re reading these words right now. There is so much I want to share with you in the coming months, but I figure the most important thing you need to know about me as we get started is: I’m rescued. Many times over.

It is said God doesn’t call the equipped, He equips the called. That’s truer in my case than I can tell you. I didn’t expect to be a writer or a homesteader—I studied theater! (If you could sneak a peek at my shoe collection, you’d know I certainly didn’t intend to live on a farm with manure and cows, but God had a plan for that, too.) 

Today, I’m grateful for the plot twists He throws my way. And here’s the biggest twist: in my early years, I never desired to know God. I was an atheist. But as Philippians 1:6 says, “I am sure of this, that he who started a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”

God initiated my journey, and He sustains it. And I know now He is faithful to do the heavy lifting all the way to the end. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have a part to play in this adventure called life. The most challenging and impactful years of my life—coming to know my Father in Heaven—started with a simple question that humbled me: What if you’re wrong?



“The most challenging and impactful years of my life started with a simple question that humbled me:
What if you’re wrong?”



This is the question Tom (now my husband) posed when he discovered I didn’t believe in God. Not one part of me is left untouched on the other side of those four words. Yes, I was an atheist. So, not only did I not believe in God, I was convinced there couldn’t be a God. Even though Tom was anchored in his faith and confident in the truth, mine was not a simple conversion. 

When Tom and I started dating in our early twenties, I was terribly lost. The Bible calls it rebellion, and although that’s not untrue, mistaken is the word I’d choose. After all, I didn’t mean to be wrong. Who does? 

Imagine growing up in a family that so completely believed in one school of thought that it would never have occurred to you that this school of thought could be incorrect. Generations of my family had rejected God—this was not new. It had always been that way. Growing up in the California public school system, it was not only easy for me to miss God entirely, but I was also given plenty of reasons to believe humans wouldn’t need such an entity. It all started with a Big Bang, we evolved from goo, and if you make enough money, there is no need to pray for anything. Trust the science…


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Wendy Cunningham is wife to Tom and homeschool mom to three amazing gifts from God. In addition to that calling, she is an entrepreneur and author. Her book What If You’re Wrong?, blog, and devotionals can be found at She is also host of the podcast Gaining My Perspective. Wendy loves Jesus and inspiring people to step into their calling—whatever that might look like in this season. When she’s not working, writing, traveling, or podcasting, she can be found homesteading and chasing kids and cows on her farm in Middle Tennessee.


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