Hey, I’m C.
I’ve always been a black sheep. I never really fit in anywhere, even in my own family. Always the weirdo, the kid who was “a little off,” the one people can’t figure out. All my life, I’ve had people shaking their heads and clucking their tongues over me.
And then, as an adult, I accepted Christ as my Savior, and…I still don’t fit in.
This is my navel-gazing attempt to chronicle a journey. I started writing these pages because I couldn’t find any existing blogs that are written by someone like me: A single, divorced, no-kids Christian woman with depression, struggling to be accepted.
Yeah, yeah, I know there are sites out there for “Christian singles.” You know what those blogs and articles and advice columns are almost always about? Dating. How to find a Godly man. Waiting for the right guy. Improving your walk with Christ so you’ll be prepared when your inevitable future husband comes along. Resisting temptation before you’ve taken your vows.
None of which is of any interest to me. (I date when I feel like it and I don’t need advice on that.)
Like Moses, I wander in the wilderness, always on the outskirts of the promised land, in my case being a “proper Christian lady.” Like Moses, I’ll probably never get there. But like Moses, I know where I’m going when I die.
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