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.
Well, yeah. to some people. I've been negligent to link my friend Lewis's post on Christian halfway houses for people who come from more legalistic and restrictive Christian movements than Driscoll. Lewis makes some excellent points and I appreciate the fact that he is going after Patriarchy and Quiverfull, yet has a moment to spare to take a jab at Driscoll, Piper, Mahaney, Dever, and SGM.