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've said variations of this for some time. You don't heal men by reducing women. You don't raise up men by put down women, etc. But in case anyone needs to hear another variation of this I'll link Wade version, because it is much nicer than mine. (Wade's post is actually a memo to Mars Hill.)