Less than ten years ago I began the most difficult journey of my life. In God’s perfect timing, He surfaced repressed memories of childhood sexual abuse. Pain and confusion shackled me. I had been an active Christian for seventeen years, but now I faced an immense test: In the face of such pain, would I still believe in an all-powerful, all-knowing, and all-loving God?
Yearly Archive:: 2015
I looked my husband in the eye and said, “I am really busy . . . I just don’t have any time. I love you so much, but I just don’t have any time to spare. I have so much on my plate. In fact, I’m going to be busy for the next couple of years. How about we touch base once a week for a quick five minutes?” What?!