I learned to discern God’s voice for the first time in August 1993, as a troubled 15-year-old girl.
Let’s have a cup of tea and talk for a while.
I know you’re confused, embarrassed, and ashamed about what happened with this boy.
Curiosity. Fear. Excitement. Worry. Freedom. Suppression.
This tug-of-war waged inside me as a young teen.
Blended families often have a tough time integrating, and I feel ours was no exception. The “trickle-down theory of happiness”1 was putting pressure on me.
Like many children of divorce, I had to deal with the distressing situations my parents’ remarriages presented. All of those transitions introduced significant challenges in my life, but they also created opportunities for my faith to flourish.