I’m an introvert? I beg your pardon? According to who? I’m an outgoing rockstar – in my head, behind a good book (never a bad one), and alone time is my soul language. Anne Bogel pegged me from a mile away with her new book, Reading People.
Head over to the Redbud Post published by the Redbud Writers Guild. Along with my article, “On Theology, Food, and Storytelling” you’ll find other beautiful and important articles for the August Theme: A Holy Recipe: Reflections on Food, Family, and God’s Boundless Blessings.
Through my questions, I learned that God gave my sister a miracle. He provided my family with one too. He allowed us to know this incredible woman. He gave her the gift of salvation and eventually brought her to Heaven. And He showed me that it was okay to grieve, and that it made me a real woman with real emotions.
When the war is over and the ground tilled
a new bloom will make home in her spirit
Ma reminds me of struggle and strife
Take care of your own and to God the rest.
In due time, I stepped back into my childhood church and that very day was introduced to a man that would go on to be my surrogate father and officiate over my wedding. This man would connect the dots from my heart to God’s and remind me that my ransom was paid in blood so greatly was I loved. I would come to understand that my value wasn’t tied to a scale and more importantly that there was a place for me in the Kingdom.
Husband and I lay, backs on the bed staring at the ceiling, no kids at home. Finally, time alone. How would we spend this time? Would it be as all the times before? Pretending we weren’t hurt? Hovering surface level?