I wasn’t ready for that last chapter of @theworthybook . Grief and hope, grief and conviction, and more grief. After the last four years of life I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to hear the voice of some teachers. I had been badly wounded and I slammed the door on anyone who’s

tenets resembled those who had hurt me. As far as my eye could see there was next to no one in the conservative church who loved and valued women. I literally could only count on one hand the number of wounded woman who had been cared for by their church.

I was dangerously swinging my pendulum toward silencing voices that might resemble my old community. Enter Twitter. I stumbled around this town square listening. And I realized that as far “as I could see” wasn’t nearly far enough because here were people who truly understood the

problems and were doing something about it. I read these words today and they are convicting though maybe applied differently than intended. So, I’m listening. Pulling my pendulum back a little. Grieving over all that’s been lost, but hopeful in the resounding voices I’m hearing.