As I walked the streets of my small midwest town praying for the people and the churches of the town, the words came to me, "Make bitter waters sweet." Those words made no sense at the time. Surely if those words actually came from God they weren't about me. I, the pastor's wife, had a life that other women in my church envied. Shortly after that, my life fell apart and the bitterness that lurked beneath the surface came to the top. But God did not leave me there. Just as He can make crooked paths straight, raise valleys, and lower mountains, so also could He make bitter waters sweet. This blog contains bits and pieces and large chunks of my ongoing journey from bitter waters to sweet.
I use the word desolate to describe the plains and Old Denmark, but perhaps it is too strong a word. Wild and Windswept would be better. I love the wind. My husband, spoiled Heartland dweller that he is (spoken with great affection) hates the wind. I find it exhilarating. Anyway, enough of that for this post. I'll get back to the wind later. Here are the links I promised. Rich Mullins first. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaNwTYJrYtANjordfoto-A Northern Journey (for me, thoughts of the ancient places) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YypKod0wBdc