Laydee is recovering well - I’m eagerly anticipating when she’ll get her bandage removed and can enjoy life "freely again."
How did everyone’s Thursday go?
Since it’s now 5:00 PM PST, I’m beginning to think back on my day. In earlier blogging times, I would express my thoughts in the mornings while enjoying a cup of coffee. Now, I tend to share my reflections in the late afternoons, after my day is largely complete. This timing suits me better during this season of my life.
Yesterday at BSF was truly interesting, with everything flowing seamlessly. I feel blessed to be surrounded by incredible women. One new member shared a belief rooted in her faith, suggesting that Adam's transgression was a noble act that led to humanity's mortality - an essential step for achieving exaltation and godhood.
Say What?
She conveyed her belief that God the Father, who was once a mortal man, achieved divine exaltation. This path to godhood transformed him into an eternal being, characterized by a physical body of flesh and bone. She also noted that Jesus journeyed to ancient South American civilizations to spread his teachings.
I felt my cheeks get warm as I listened to her - I shared my disagreement politely. I hold a strong sense of guardianship over God, His Word, and so on, and I had to inform her that I didn't subscribe to what she shared with us, and most of the ladies there also spoke up. It didn't seem to faze her, and she said she would be back.
I did tell the others in a text message once I got home that we should all speak with love and respect, because she is there for a reason. We must maintain our focus on God's Word.
I've already looked up some information about her church, and oh boy... My husband recommended that I read the book, The Kingdom of the Cults, by Walter Martin.
At the college today, my husband encountered some students who wanted to argue with him and recorded a video of the exchange. He maintained his composure while the students shouted at him for around 20 minutes, trying to draw a crowd, but most of the other students simply walked by. When it was over, a teacher approached and expressed gratitude for his patience, which he attributed to God because, deep down, it was challenging not to say something he might later regret.
Clearly, God is working through both of us - granting us precisely what we asked for: to be more courageous and to do His will.
My husband messaged our Pastor after he got home and expressed his frustration. Our Pastor sent back one of his favorite quotes:
Debby
