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 wasn't going to publish this. But I see that it has disappeared from other places. This is several days old so not cutting edge at all. Just for the sake of posterity and convenience for finding it, here it is:
I'd be interested in your reasons, WTH. I think you tried to explain it to me once but I didn't quite get it. So if you don't mind giving a critique I'd be glad to see it, maybe even make a post out of it.
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I put it back up...email me if you get a chance! Lots going on and new developments in my neck of the woods.
I emailed you.
I hope your new developments are good and not troubling you.
This just reminds me why I prefer print journalism to TV or radio journalism.
I'd be interested in your reasons, WTH. I think you tried to explain it to me once but I didn't quite get it. So if you don't mind giving a critique I'd be glad to see it, maybe even make a post out of it.
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