For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men who suppress the Truth in unrighteousness.
Since this is an inaugural post for this blog, I think I should start with a bit of testimony. I don’t come from a Christian family. I was brought to the foot of the cross by a young preteen neighbor who started taking me to church as a preschooler. At twelve I gave life to Jesus. (I’ll talk more about that in a later post.) For forty years, I defined myself mostly as a wife, mother, and later grandmother. When my youngest daughter entered kindergarten, I went back to school and earned both a Bachelor’s and Master’s Degree in English and Creative Writing, but no one showed much interest in my writing. My professor said my writing was “too righteous for any secular publisher to consider, and too shocking for any Christian publisher.” I can’t honestly say that was an accident. I always believed Christians needed to wake up to the reality around them instead of hiding behind their stained glass windows. So, although I kept writing, for the most part, I put my books up on my bookshelf after they were read by a few friends. I taught Sunday School to children as well as leading WMU and performing all the other tasks of the church that were asked of me, but no one ever paid me for any of them, so I guess few people considered my life of much value. I was ‘just a housewife’ even in the eyes of my own family. Then, in 2007, the unthinkable happened. My marriage of forty years collapsed, and only a few months later, my youngest daughter was given a death sentence from cervical cancer. I was devastated, to say the least. Not many people know this, but I had the pills in my mouth to call it quits. But He wouldn’t let me do it. I went over to the stereo, put on a Michael Combs tape, spit out the pills, and screamed and cried. Then I got up and determined that my life was not over. God still had a purpose and a plan for me. It’s been seven years now. I believe that more than ever. I hope you will join me in my journey.
Taboo Tuesday Question of the Day: What did you always want to hear your Pastor, Sunday School Teacher, or Youth Leader talk about, but they didn’t?
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