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.
If you are the woman in the household, your God-given task is to manage your household. And your household then becomes the city on the hill, the light to the dark world.