I'm working on a non-fiction project called Bohemian Forgiveness: Five Unconventional Paths to Forgiving What You'll Never Forget. There's not much to see on the Facebook page for now but it will come, and I'll be sure to keep you posted.
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Note to self: Tuesdays. Blog.
That's the plan, anyway. A plan I failed to carry out over the last two weeks. All I can say for myself is I'm learning to juggle the new school year as a single mother. But good news everyone, this year I'm not merely praying for the strength to breathe in and out and abstain from crying as I drive my son to school.
Nope, this year is different. This year I'm different . . . because God is the same yesterday, today, and forever. In the refuge of His wings, I discovered His strength in the midst of my weaknesses. But the fulfillment of this promise didn't look like I'd hoped it would.
I wanted it to be graceful, which is to say, I wanted to appear graceful. Strong. A Christian woman in a crisis, chin held high, whose monumental faith spared her from what Oprah refers to as "the ugly cry."
"And then there's Maude."
Fun Fact: Maude was a television series that aired in the 70's, starring the late Bea Arthur. Maude was unconventional. A tell-it-like-it-is woman.
This is a woman I can relate to. I absolutely detest injustice of every sort. And because God created me this way, He responded to my prayers by empowering me to cry for a longer season than I would have allowed myself to cry. He opened my eyes and asked me to take a long, hard, honest look at what I'd endured leading up to my divorce.
He Loves me. He loves me not. HE NEVER LOVED ME.
If you get a chance, read Ephesian 5 today, we'll unpack it tomorrow.
You are not alone,
Published on Monday, September 8, 2014 @ 8:55 AM CDT