Since childhood I had held my personal night at bay with artificial light of my own design: third helpings of pizza and forgetting myself in five books a day, outrageous lies and sexual exploits, hash laced joints and lines of meth, camel menthols and twelve hour workdays. I had always lost myself in a hundred things so that I never had to face the night inside.
My momma’s heart that morning was heavy, my mind racing with worry, anxiety roiling my stomach. The cause for my worry? My eldest daughter. Mini-me.
Long ago, I erected an idol in my mind of the Christian Woman.
The Christian Woman found the time to blow-dry her hair before church. She and her childhood sweetheart and their well behaved brood of children arrived each Sunday with their clothes right side in and their shoes on the right feet. She taught Sunday school and sipped tea at ladies’ functions. She found the time to cart casseroles to potlucks, kiddos to soccer practice, and donations to the food-bank in her mini-van.
I once heard a speaker claim that one of the biggest problems with Christians was a lack of imagination. I don’t remember anymore who said it, or the topic of the speech it was used in. But that part stuck. A lack of imagination? Maybe other Christians! But me? Me!?! I’ve got a vivid imagination.… Continue reading The Problem with Christians
My friend, author and fellow LITle Krishana Kraft messaged me this morning and asked if I had any prayer requests. Ya’ll will not be surprised to know that my answer was wordy. “…I think God is smelting out my people pleasing tendencies and some pride issues right now. Both very ingrained, deep issues that I… Continue reading Lord, Refine Me….on Medium-Low
Dear woman of God, There is a weapon we Christian women have allowed the devil to wield against us far too effectively for far too long. Insecurity. Satan whispers that we are not enough. We are less than the others. And we have allowed him to use this insidious lie to quash our ministries, weaken our… Continue reading Dear Woman of God
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by Heather Bock I was teaching my adult English as a Second Language class the language of comparison and contrast, and the teacher’s book suggested the students compare the town in which they were raised in their home country with the town in which they now reside. I liked the…