gone off the deep end

Looking back over my posts it seems I've jumped with Jesus off the end of the spiritual dock. I don't mean to get all Jesus-freaky. Usually I practice my faith quietly. But if it's helping see me through this tough time of my life I guess it's OK to proclaim.

I finished reading The Shack by William P. Young. Though it didn't profoundly change my perception of the Holy Trinity, it helped illuminate the truth that I was created to be wholly and unconditionally loved. That I am wholly and unconditionally loved. In light of my failed marriage and society's expectation that I remarry (because single people are somehow incomplete), that's a real comfort.

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Lori Stewart Weidert said…

I, too, and a quiet believer, but I don't know how I would have gotten through my divorce without my faith. I was often so lost that I'd just go sit in my church. I'd repeat, over and over, "Nothing is going to happen today that you and I together cannot handle." Boy, I wore that out. Do what gets you through, darling.

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