I’m fairly certain I went to Seminary because God knew who my child would be. The questions that he asks day after day after day are astounding to me. This book helps. A lot.
When you are infertile, and the one thing you want most in the world – but God isn’t giving to you – is a child, the holidays are incredibly difficult. No one seems to want to acknowledge it.
“Children are a blessing.” Are we being punished?
I mean…it’s a dog story. We all know how the very best dog stories end. We know how they start. We know what happens.
Or do we?
I wish I could tell you that my parents’ divorce doesn’t have consequences today. I am soon to be 42 years old, I have been married over 14 years, I have a seven year old. But I think about it almost every day
I didn’t want to be left out. All the cool girls were hearing from Jesus – on the regular – and I wanted to be cool and popular, too. So I told people I was hearing from God.
But I wasn’t.
This summer has been…hard. And every time I sat down to write, bitterness poured out of my fingertips.
I can’t let my heart have free reign – I have to let Christ have reign of my life. And that is hard.
My hope must rest in Christ, and in understanding that praying does not equal receiving.
I am saying Lent is not of Scripture.