God Doesn’t Talk to Me
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.
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.
Some moments of each day I am almost paralyzed by the overwhelming darkness of our lives.
But rejection, even rejection because you are speaking the Truth of the Word, stings.
Merriam-Webster defines shame as “a feeling of guilt, regret, or sadness that you have because you know you have done something wrong.”
And sisters, this really is the end of the world as we have known it. There is no going back. What you and I grew up with? It’s gone; it’s time to put on our armor and go to war for Christ. Are you ready?
Christianity has become a competition in suburban America, especially among women. It is no longer about real, bloody, nailed-to-a-tree-while-naked-and-ripped-to-shreds grace.
I don’t have enough faith, apparently, to be a “good,” modern, Christian woman, which makes me feel entirely like an outcast in the modern Christian church.
You see, grace doesn’t mean we get to keep on living however we want and humble-brag about how broken we are.
It’s 2016 National Infertility Awareness Week. I didn’t know that when I wrote this article to be published today over at Satisfaction Through Christ, but someone did. 😉