When I was a teen, I used the bathroom as a hiding place when things got too intense.
I hid there on dates. I hid there at prom. I hid there almost every night family stuff got too heavy.
In the bathroom, I struggled with my identity. My head knowledge told me I was a child of God. But my broken heart told me I wasn’t worth very much.
He had stayed too long. She had told him to leave last night, like he usually did, under the cover of darkness. It was too dangerous, staying until morning. This man she loved belonged to someone else. He came to her at night, and their embrace was the only source of joy in her lonely life. In the dark midnight hours he took a secret route back home to his wife and children.
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Every time he visited he put his job at risk. He was a supplier of utensils for temple sacrifice. She knew his employers would kill him if they knew he was sleeping with her. The Jewish laws said as much.
I’m writing about waiting in prayer over at my friend Leslie Newman’s blog today. I’ve learned 8 ways to get stronger faith while waiting in prayer, and I’m happy to share them with you. Here’s a teaser of the post, and please make sure to click on this link and read the rest.
Writing for five unedited minutes on the Five Minute Friday prompt “Expect.”
I’m attending two writers’ conferences this summer. One in my hometown. One in North Carolina. I’m full of hopeful expectations, but I don’t quite know what to expect.
Another desperate day dawned. This was one of her “bad” days, a day she would have normally spent in bed, reserving her strength. But she had heard that a Healer was coming through her town. She gathered her resolve while she redressed her bloody wound. Maybe today he would heal her, as he had healed others. Maybe this would be the last day she would feel desperate.
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