I saw this advertised on Focus on the Family web site and I checked it out of the library. It is a story with twists and turns. In some ways it reminds me of Charles Martin's books...he has something to tell you through the back door. Chapter 14 had a lot of good soul care:
God puts every one of us here for a purpose. There's some pull on our lives that draws us toward that purpose, and the farther we go away from it, the more unhappy we are. The closer we get, the more we yearn and desire it.
DOING is overrated. BEING is where God works. What he's most concerned about.
God knows where you are headed. You'll get there if you keep struggling. Most people think the struggle means failure. It's actually the best thing that could happen. That sturggle will pull you out on the other side a lot stronger, a lot deeper. It's like cooking a good meal. You don't do that in a microwave, my dear. You let it simmer and boil and simmer some more until it's right. And you do that in an oven over lots of time and some high temperatures. Life is a process without a timer.
Water that's not moving becomes stagnant. And if there's not someone pouring into you, the pitcher gets dusty. A person is most satisfied and most useful when she is both giving and receiving. In marriage. In life. In friendship. With God too.
We do almost anything not to struggle. We take the easy path because it makes us feel better. We think a smooth road will get us to the destination quicker. And that's our problem - we're not at all concerned about WHERE we're going but HOW FAST we can get there. That has been your full-time job for a long time....choosing to feel better instead of growing...Because growing is painful. Most people work overtime at the Make Me Feel Better Chapel. Something bad happens and they throw a verse at you, like a fish to a walrus. That makes THEM feel better, being able to pull something out of a hat they hope will make sense of the pain. But if you're on the other end, it doesn't matter that the verse is true; it still feels like a fish because the person had no intentino of entering your struggle. Of just sitting with you and moving through it like those Old Testament boys did or the man in the parable. It never occurs to them that you need them to bend down and help you up, take you to a doctor, try to bandage your wounds. They throw a verse, cross to the other side, and they're on their way.
Most people have given up on their heart. They've settled for less. Like a married couple on treadmills, both working hard, spewing out sweat, but never getting anywhwere. They're content to sit on the porch in rocking chairs and watch life. At one point they had some vague sense when something deep down inside called to them and they wanted to follow, but the ticking clock and the kids and the mortgage drowned it out. It's a rhythm, a beat in the background you have to strain to hear. You have to push things out of the way to really listen.
[If] You stop listening to your heart and you become a shell of who you were meant to be.
God is taking you somewhere. Someplace deep. He wants you to go with him.
Let go of the illusion...the one that says you can have a perfect life, a perfect marriage, a perfect child, or whatever else you dream of being perfect. That you can get to a point where there's no pain. That you never lose sleep.
Basically life is a dance through a field of cow manure. Most people won't even go into the field; they go around it and pretend. Or they try to tiptoe here and there and stay close to the fence. They never see that all that fertilizer creates some beautiful flowers and some of the greenest grass you'll ever see. "So you what, wallow in it?" "No, girl, I put my hip boots on and waltz through the cow pies."