Once we believe that Jesus is the Son of God who came to save us, we stumble through a little prayer, then are pronounced Christians.
A Bible is dropped in our laps, we’re told to go to church, and be “Christians.” And that is the extent of our education.
But what about those of us who actually have a sense of humor or– God forbid– adventure? Or life is so busy we can barely breathe much less devote an hour to read and try to understand the Bible?
Or we fall asleep praying because, let’s face it, talking to the ceiling just ain’t what it’s cracked up to be? Or the unthinkable happens and God doesn’t answer our prayer?
Everyone else seems to get it and look great but here you are drowning with a good Christian smile on your face?
Or you have a fantastic walk with the Lord but you’re alone, lonely, discouraged, and wondering what in the world is so unlovable about you?
I’ve been there.
And there is hope. Do you know why I’m sitting here writing this? Dragging my little black moleskin and Bic pen up mountains, into deserts, across state lines, to work, into my backyard, and to bed with me?
Because I’ve been there. And one thing that the church, bless its little heart, is doing wrong is allowing its women to drown in insecurity, anxiety, and despair.
We have not been equipped to be Christians. We have not be equipped to be warriors. And we certainly have not been equipped to be women.
That is why I’m writing this blog. I am done watching women like me drown in churches with smiles on their faces and broken hearts stuffed up their sleeves.
I am not an expert, but God has led me through more swamps and dark places than I care to remember most days. And he has taught me a few things.
I want to share what I’ve learned. Hopefully it will help you. And hopefully it will help you avoid some of the traps I’ve stumbled into.
For now, just know that God really does love you. He has never left you. And he never will.