I was in church half-listening to a sermon on how to have a lasting marriage as the pastor said, "No leftovers." He wasn't implying we should never serve leftovers to our family. He was making the point that we should not give our spouse whatever is "left over" at the end of the day.
But, that is not what I heard...
I thought to myself, "Leftover. Yes! Finally, a word to describe exactly how I feel about myself!"
As a widowed, single mother I felt just like a leftover — used up, dried up, discarded, and stuck in the back of the fridge.
I knew this was not how God sees me.
I knew what Scripture said about His love for me and His plans for my life.... But, I only knew it in my head, not in my heart.
I continued to chew on this lie the enemy was feeding me until God reminded me of a woman in the Bible that knew just how I felt.
She felt like a leftover as well.
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