The idea of reading the Bible in its entirety has been intimidating for me. I never considered myself a reader until the last couple of years, and, let’s be honest, the Bible is a thick book. I didn’t think I could understand it. My intimidation was more directly linked to the Old Testament. I thought I would need to know keywords in Hebrew {the language of the Old Testament} and a concordance of explanations. If I were frank with myself, I would also admit with my head hung. I didn’t think the Old Testament was as important or relevant in my life. I was wrong.

We have all been the victim of this offense. We have all been guilty as the offending party too. We are getting ourselves ready for Monday morning work, a gathering of extended family, or a holiday party. We know it’s on its way, and we are powerless to stop its approach.

A handful of years ago, I found myself in an enormous time of growth professionally. I had left my “9-5” (I was in the restaurant industry, so it was never really 9-5, but you get the idea).

Walking up and down the grocery aisles. Squeezing melons. Reading ingredients. Comparing brands. I found enjoyed resentment in these tasks. Escaping the day-to-day by chopping and cooking.

Friday morning, rushing through my morning routine, I threw together an overnight bag for a girls’ night weekend getaway to Green Bay with one of my dearest friends, Jocelyn. Our trip was centered on going away for a Beth Moore live event, and we thought it would be a great reason to get away from the normal day-to-day for some girl time.

Truth be told, I have been known to be an emotional person. The first movie I remember crying during was Bambi {I’m not crying…you’re crying…} When I have highs, I am really high. But when the lows hit, the valleys seem to be bottomless pits.