The Judgment
I was only ten when I learned to turn up my nose to people who weren’t “like me.”
Actually, I had learned it a few years before and was simply starting to put my training to good use…
I was only ten when I learned to turn up my nose to people who weren’t “like me.”
Actually, I had learned it a few years before and was simply starting to put my training to good use…
During my teenage years, I read a lot of courtship books. Joshua Harris. Eric and Leslie Ludy. Elisabeth Elliot. You name it. If it was about courtship, I probably read it.
In and of itself, reading those courtship books was not a bad thing. Even though I already knew beforehand that I wasn’t going to “date” casually, and that any relationship I would get into would need to be moving the direction of marriage, reading and knowing that there were others out there who believed the same as I did was encouraging.
However, a steady diet of those type of books during the years when I wasn’t courting–and therefore had nothing to apply what I was reading to–ended up not being a good thing. It essentially caused me to put God in a box in regard to what makes a relationship that is glorifying to Him…
As I paused the other day, I found myself thanking God for the ways He is working in my oh-so-human heart, pruning in some painful ways. In the midst of the pruning, it is difficult to see the benefits or to hold onto the hope of new blossoms. But sometimes we get a glimpse of a new bud–and to our amazement, we find ourselves thankful for the pruning…
The End.
The End.