Shattered and Renewed
I once asked a priest what my life would have been like if I had not suffered or if I had married a well-off dentist, had 1.75 kids and lived in a nice house. He put on a phony, pious face, with his hands together in prayer and said in a high, sweet voice, ‘Oh, you would be a nice Christian lady, praising the Lord.’ What he meant by that amusing bit of acting was that I would be shallow, without depth and strength. If that is the case, I say bring on the suffering because I want, no I need to live in reality. I refuse to simply play games during my time on earth. continue reading