Where God's Word Meets Our Mess
This post was written by my dear friend, Isabelle, whose mom has been battling cancer. Isabelle wrote this months ago, but her mom is still in the process of recovering. Please pray for their family during this difficult season, and let the Holy Spirit speak to your heart through her story.
I started thinking about Four and Tris together…holding each other tightly…kissing passionately…with Four shirtless. And I started to imagine myself in Tris’ place…with Four and I holding each other tightly…kissing passionately…and Four shirtless.
I wrote the following words from the perspective of our Heavenly Father. Of course, I'm not trying to put words in His mouth or add to the Bible. These words are just my ideas of what He might tell you if you're feeling...
My. Senior. Year. What a scary combination of words. At least, I’m really scared by that combination of words. Of course, I have the usual concerns about doing well in my classes and juggling work with school. But more than that, I’m worried about what I’m going to do after graduation in May. What the heck am I going to do with the rest of my life?
This post corresponds with Daniel's interview last week, but this interview is from his wife (and my friend), Faith! I know you'll love what she has to say about the different stages of their relationship. And I included a Bible verse from 1 Corinthians 7, just like I did for Daniel's interview. Check it out at the end of the post! (As an exciting side note, Daniel and Faith recently let me know that they're expecting their first child in April 2021! Yay!)
Today's post is super special because I got to interview my friends, Daniel and Faith, about their love story. The following is Daniel's interview, but Faith's interview will be posted next week. I added a Bible verse 1 Corinthians 7, which he mentioned at the end of the interview. I hope you enjoy this post!
My day started out normally. I was proud of myself for eating a relatively light breakfast of cereal and milk because I knew that the cafeteria was serving a special dinner later that day. Thus, I was busy giving myself a pat on the back—until I stepped into that little coffee shop alongside my sister and a college friend.
As my friends sort through their romantic relationships—whether they're married, engaged, dating, or almost-dating—I sort through my feelings of emptiness, loneliness, and despair. I cling to my unwantedness. It feels wrong to cling so tightly to such an ugly feeling, but I can’t seem to let it go. I simply want to know this: Am I wanted?
In Christian culture, it seems like everyone advocates the practice of writing letters to our future husbands. I get it—it seems like a harmless way to connect the souls of two people who haven’t met yet. And what girl doesn't love to daydream about Prince Charming? But unfortunately, that may be what your letters to your future husband become—daydream sessions.
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