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Inspiring Women... Restoring Hope
Christy Johnson, award-winner writer, speaker and former "woman at the well" is passionate about imparting hope to women drawn to unhealthy relationships.
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 Twelve years ago today, God knit my heart together with John. In one short moment, one striking instant, God made it abundantly clear to me that John was undeniably the man He had chosen for me.
Twelve years ago, God had to get my attention. Left to my own choice, I wouldn't have picked John. Seriously, if you know anything about me at all, you know...my picker was busted. I picked the wrong man.
Every time.
Thankfully, this time I listened. You see, I wasn't always good at listening. I shunned God's voice many a time before my stubborn ears decided to incline.
Maybe you have places in your life that need God's direction. I hope that as you read The Yearn to Return that you'll set aside your own agenda and take the time to listen to His voice. After all-Father knows best.
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| The Yearn to Return |
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Remember Lot's wife! Whoever tries to keep his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life will preserve it (Luke 17:32-33).
 Have you ever been a Chreathen? When I first met my husband, John, in 1997 I was straddling the fence with one foot in the world and one foot in church. I was definitely a Chreathen-part Christian, part heathen. But that was about to change.
Just the day before, John had proposed. We were serious about each other and now we realized it was time to get serious about our relationship with God as well. So we began to seek the Lord through prayer together. Standing in my living room, John took my hands in his.
It started out as an ordinary prayer, but when God has something to say, nothing is ordinary. Suddenly, there was a shift in the atmosphere. Like birds calling out a warning of an impending storm, the awareness of God's presence engulfed the room.
"Don't look back," the familiar, yet foreign voice said.
I opened my eyes to see who was talking.
It was John...
but it wasn't.
Alarmed, I did a quick study of my fiancé. His posture was rigid and the inflection in his voice was sharp. He was not looking at me. He was looking through me. I glanced up and then down. His eyes did not follow me. His gaze was fixed and piercing. I felt uncomfortable. Transparent and naked.
Was it that obvious? I had been enticed by Satan's skillful advertising campaign. I hadn't stepped all the way in the devil's camp, but I was read the rest |
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