For many years starting back in the 80s, I fought for feminist equality (I’m as good as you are in what I can do), for LGBT rights (we are just like you with a home and kids and dogs but two women/men), for the right to choose abortion (it’s my body not yours, why should I take on this extra burden?). I hated the Lil Promise Keepers daycare down the street from me that I passed every day on the way home for years. I always thought what a dark and dismal life of hatred and judgement they are teaching these children. And then one day, God called me out of immorality. He told me I needed to change my lifestyle or he would not keep calling me and I would miss my window of opportunity. I knew he was serious – I had never heard anything like that before. My eyes began to open. Open to the homosexual sin I used to think was righteous because it was “love” and God don’t make mistakes in making me love someone. Open to all the years I promoted work and career over home – a precious gift I threw away for the empty martyrdom of overwork in a high profile and demanding career. Open to truth that God knit me in my mother’s womb as he did all of us and he knew us long before we took a first breath. Open to the truth that abortion is MURDER. God’s word opened up and shined a light on all of the dark things I previously called sacred. Gone was the old and in was the new. Reborn in Christ. Now I look at a picture like this and I am reminded of that simple joy filled gift of being mom and housewife that I sold in return for an “adult” life of sexual immorality. How I drug my own children through my muck and mud and wasted their childhoods. Now it’s too late. Now I’m 58 and started that life when I was 18 – so young. I’m praying our young people and anyone feeling restless at home seek the truth behind the role of mom and housewife and embrace the gift that God has blessed you with. For some of us, it’s too late. Praise the Lord for my redemption, but like God taking David’s baby boy as the cost of his sinful lust and murder of Uriah the Hittite , there is always a long term cost. This is one of mine that I regret the most. I don’t wallow it but if my experience can cause just one person to turn back and see and embrace what God has blessed them with, then it’s all worth it. Amen!
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