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Author & Speaker Suzanne Eller of Proverbs 31 Ministries Interviews BG Christy
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The Church, My LGBT Story, and How Love Really Wins

The Church, My LGBT Story, and How Love Really Wins

I am in a unique position today. As I read and hear opinions from opposing sides of the Supreme Court’s decision on same sex marriage, my heart gets it…from both sides. My position is unique because I identified myself as a lesbian and was part of the LGBT community for several years, yet I am now married to a wonderful man and together we have a beautiful son. I would like to apologize for Christians who are not acting like Christians towards the LGBT community. It is not anyone’s job to condemn. God’s word tells us we have ALL fallen short of the glory of God. I have no right or authority to consider myself better or more righteous than anyone else. For it is by God’s grace alone that I have been saved, through faith, which is not of myself. It is a gift of God so that I cannot boast for what I’ve done (Ephesians 2:10). My Story Because of my own past, I believe I have a great understanding of the hearts of those who are living within the LGBT community. When I read their thoughts, I totally get it, and my heart aches. They just want to be heard and want to love the person they love. They want that love recognized just as heterosexual love is recognized. They can’t help the way they were born. They didn’t choose it, it chose them. What is wrong with loving someone? After all…GOD. IS. LOVE. He CREATED it! Those are the same thoughts and words that came out of my mouth for several years. I knew I... read more
Wait For This Man

Wait For This Man

Dear Daughter, I’m writing this letter about twenty years early (or forty if your father has his way), but one day you will read these words and they will connect. They will mean something to you. What I need to tell you can be summed up in one word:  WAIT. Let me explain… Yesterday I was resting in my favorite chair. It was about 5:00 pm, and I had been feeling under the weather all day. I sat and watched your daddy take stacks of folded clothes from the couch into our bedroom to put them away. Stacks that I folded two days ago and that I could have easily put away, but I hadn’t gotten around to it. He didn’t say anything; he just did it. He did it for me because he knew I needed help. And as I watched him, I had to fight back tears because I suddenly had this thought: “I hope Molly finds this some day.”  And I think you will, if you can remember to wait. Wait on the guy who finishes your chores for you – who comes through in little ways to let you know he cares. Wait on the man who looks you in your eyes and holds your gaze as he tells you you’re beautiful. Wait on the man who has a habit of telling you this when your hair is greasy, you’re makeup-free, and you’re wearing yesterday’s sweatpants. You’ll know he means it. Wait on the man who gets up and goes to work. Wait for the guy who sacrifices in order to provide for his family.... read more

Keep Going

It’s easy to feel like we’re stuck, isn’t it? I’d even dare to say that when trials hit, more often than not, we tend to start believing that things will never get better. You’ve hit a dead end and there’s no turning back.   First of all, welcome to the wild journey of life on earth, sister! We’ve all felt this way, and with each new trial that life brings, we’re faced with the dreaded fear of dead ends. Whether you’ve been a christian your whole life, just met Jesus, or don’t even know who He is, you will face trials, and with those trials come uncertainty and fear.   You know what’s amazing about the Word of God? I mean, there are a lot of amazing things. But one amazing thing is that we get to hide it in our heart, and that means that when we reach those dead ends, we can remind ourselves of who He is, whose we are, and all of the ways He has shown up, over and over again.   Remember when Moses freed the Israelites from Egypt? The Israelites must have been terrified and full of doubt as they approached the massive Red Sea…the ultimate dead end. To make matters worse, the Egyptians were in hot pursuit, chasing after them. I mean, just imagine the terror they must have felt.   You know what happened next? God told Moses to “Raise your staff and stretch out your hand over the sea to divide the water so that the Israelites can go through the sea on dry land.” [Exodus 14:16]   Ummm…... read more
Cancer – Life Interrupted

Cancer – Life Interrupted

Cancer. The dreaded diagnosis. Life interrupted.   My husband was diagnosed with Stage 3C Colon Cancer in November 2018, at a time we were certain we would be making a big move, and everything came to a sudden and complete stop. Life was sorely interrupted and completely turned upside down.   He’s 37 years old, and we have four young boys under the age of ten. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was like a whirlwind of bad news all at once, and it felt like this would be the end of him. The end of all things beautiful. The end of the life we had planned. How could this be happening?   You know what happened next? The body of Christ stepped in. Family and friends from our local church and from around the WORLD stepped in and covered us in prayer. Made us meals. Took care of our kids. Packed their lunches. Sent us money. Flew in to see us. They STEPPED IN. And in a beautiful, overwhelming, and real way, It filled our hearts with love, encouragement, TRUTH, and HOPE. It reminded me that the picture is so much bigger than this diagnosis. It carried us.   It’s been a long few months of cancer. There have been ups and downs and the journey is not yet over. But can I tell you something that might sound crazy? I’m thankful for it. I’m thankful for this cancer journey we’re walking. Not because I want my husband to have cancer, but because him having cancer has opened our eyes even bigger to the greatness and majesty of... read more
What Everyday Bravery REALLY Looks Like

What Everyday Bravery REALLY Looks Like

Let’s be honest, girls. Being brave doesn’t always look like the scenes we see in movies – you know, the ones where the heroes save the day with their super-human bravery. Real life BraveGirl bravery doesn’t usually look that glamorous, does it? You know what’s brave? Obedience. Obedience is brave. And I’m not talking about going to church or loving your neighbor. Yeah, those are both crucial and important, but I’m talking about a different kind of obedience. I’m talking about the “I just want to GIVE UP, but I KNOW that Your will for me is greater than my circumstances, so I will trust you, and I will choose you” kind of obedience. I’m talking about making hard choices that don’t *feel* good all the time, because we know they’re right in His eyes. Maybe it’s your marriage. Or maybe it’s a relationship with a friend or loved one. Maybe God is asking you to take a leap of faith, and it’s so, so scary. You feel inadequate. Maybe you made some really bad choices and you feel like you’re too-far-gone… Want to be brave? Be obedient. Stand firm in the truths of His promises. Make the choice that, although it seems harder, you know will honor Him. Want to be really brave? Take the lie that you’re not good enough, not strong enough, not worthy enough, not pretty enough, not smart enough, or not capable enough, and throw it in the garbage. Then take the garbage out to the dumpster and leave it there, because you don’t even want to *smell* that lie when you open the... read more
How a Funeral of Purpose Blessed Me

How a Funeral of Purpose Blessed Me

I recently attended a funeral that was different than most funerals that I’ve attended in the past. Some things were the same of course…tears and hugs were definitely shed and shared among family and friends, there was a thoughtful slide show accompanied by worship music displaying a life well lived and loved. There was an anointed preacher, worship music, and the building itself was a church. So, yes, much of it was like a typical funeral. But there was something different about this one. I sat there trying to put my finger on it. In fact, it was the first funeral where I didn’t really want to leave. Usually I’m ready to get the heck out of dodge when it comes to funerals…and even some weddings for that matter. But there was a peace, a hope, and tremendous love within the walls of the church that day. There was joy and there was laughter. It wasn’t a funeral at all. It was a celebration of a life that honored God and people. The man’s name was Mr. Doug Lowrey. He was a man that inspired many for his tenacity and perseverance in everything he did. He beat to his own drum and everyone loved him for it. And if they didn’t love him for it, they couldn’t help but admire his ability to do it. And if you knew him well, you might end up beating your drum like his. He was that kind of a leader. A true legacy. He was a people person who relentlessly and fearlessly pursued people for the Lord and as a result, was... read more
A Letter to my Sixteen Year Old Self on her Abortion

A Letter to my Sixteen Year Old Self on her Abortion

Hey girl, Listen. I need to talk to you. It’s not about the hole in the ozone you’re singlehandedly responsible for because of the Aqua Net in that perm of yours or that you need to forgive your dad earlier and love him better because he won’t always be around. This is serious. And it will change the way you walk for the rest of your life. So get some coffee (you’ll be addicted by college anyway) and have a seat, okay? You’ll soon read a story in high school English about a young woman who was forced by her community to wear the scarlet letter A to show her sin of adultery to the world. The marking on her dress, along with her public shaming, was her punishment for her sin and her secrecy. You read it as a strange fiction at the time, disconnected and far-fetched from real life. But not too long after that class ends, you will begin to live out your days marked by your own secret A and it will make perfect sense. There will be a season in your life you split your time between friends, playing every sport, or learning how to drive. You will fall for a boy who says he loves you. That desire to feel loved will pull you out to sea, away from solid ground, and drown you whole. I wish I could change the story here for you, but you will find yourself pregnant. You’ll soon figure out you’re on your own in this one. With a daddy’s words about shame if he ever finds you... read more
Unmerited Badges

Unmerited Badges

I was never a girl scout. I never camped out. I never sold cookies. I never earned a sash full of merit badges. However, the other day as I pondered God’s grace, His unmerited favor, I realized that in many ways I am trying to be a girl scout right now in my everyday life. And, in some ways, without really realizing it, maybe you are too. For me, I have always thrived on order and doing my best. Making things “perfect.” I never rebelled as a teenager or any other time. I liked following the rules and receiving the praise that accompanied that choice. That was my identity, and I worked hard to keep it intact. Still to this day, that pretty much sums up how others would describe me because that is what the world sees. Whether you are a rule-follower like me or not, you could still be an unknowing girl scout. Let me explain. So many of us, get up each morning and put on a sash without even realizing it. It is a sash of our own making, each one different. As we go about our day, we work and we strive to earn badges to decorate our sashes, hoping those awards will prove to ourselves and to others that we have value. That we are worthy of their attention. These badges come in all shapes and sizes. Some (like me) might be trying to earn the badge of BEST MOM as you precariously balance PTO, potlucks, car-rider lines, sports practices, bed times and bake sales—all with a smile to make it look as... read more
The Return of My Prodigal Husband

The Return of My Prodigal Husband

“All that I had planned, dreamed and desired to have in a marriage had been stolen by endless doubt, harassing questions and ultimately Scott walking away from God. He had become my prodigal husband. We were now a house divided, not a home of unity…” Those words. Words from a post I wrote a little over a year ago titled “My Prodigal Husband“. Words that still rang true exactly one month ago today… But MAY I SHOUT a little here at BraveGirl Community today?!! Because… MY PRODIGAL HUSBAND HAS RETURNED HOME!!! He is REALLY HOME! Can I get an AMEN?!!! So they began to CELEBRATE .-Luke 15:24 Friends – I would love for you to praise the Father for His goodness and His faithfulness for what HE has done! I am in awe of His relentless pursuit of my man. God NEVER gave up on him. NEVER. And can I just say that if you are reading this and you are in the wait for your prodigal to return, you’re in the wait for that miracle, you’re in the wait for that answer to a long awaited prayer…We SERVE a GOD who is Faithful and who is ON TIME…even when we don’t understand. I wrote a post titled In The Wait as I longed for my husband to return. I hope it encourages you and reminds you of who our God is. My “wait” has been a 10 year journey and I have experienced every kind of emotion and heartache imaginable. And I can tell you, with confidence, that I would not trade a single day. Because without each... read more
Thoughts on Dreaming

Thoughts on Dreaming

Thoughts on dreams: Sometimes we get lost in our dreams as if that’s all they are: dreams. We don’t consider that God planted these desires in our hearts for a reason and that when the time is right, they will come to fruition. Sometimes, when we least expect it, God gives us our dreams–plops them right into our laps. Other times, after much prayer and planning, we have to put that first foot forward and take a step towards putting that dream into action–a virtual leap of faith, trusting that the ground doesn’t fall out from underneath us and that God will show up and bless our obedience. Another thing I’m learning about dreams is that when we’re right in the middle of where God wants us to be, the enemy will do whatever he can to make us doubt our dream. What better way to derail us than to steal our joy while in the midst of our God-given dream? Or make us doubt what at one time we were sure was God’s calling on our lives? If the enemy wasn’t successful in talking us out of pursuing our dreams in the first place, he will darn sure try to make us abandon the mission once we’ve started it. He might taunt us with the fear of failure or consume us with self-doubt and anxiety. He might rob us of joy or meddle in our relationships–whatever he can do to distract us from pursuing the path that God has called us to. Why? Because a daughter of the King who has embraced her calling is a dangerous force... read more
The Beauty of Contentment

The Beauty of Contentment

“There must be more than this provincial life.” – Belle, Beauty and the Beast Maybe so, Belle. Maybe so. I think it’s easy to get lost in daydreams of something better when what we already have is actually pretty great. (In Belle’s case, her adoring father, cute hometown, seemingly carefree schedule, unlimited access to books, various admirers, and not to mention her physical beauty and figure…) I guess what I’m trying to say is that although Belle’s ache for the next big thing is relatable, there’s also something to be said for living a life of contentment. I’m not talking about a life without dreams and aspirations. I’m talking about a life driven by gratitude rather than dissatisfaction. A life defined by the beauty of simplicity instead of the complexity and pain of comparison. Like Belle, I’m guilty of getting lost in the wistful woe of wanting something more than what God has provided me with, especially when it comes to my physical appearance. I often compare my body to other women and deem myself inadequate if I feel I fall short. Sometimes instead of accepting the body God gave me and working to make it the best it can be, I wallow in what no longer comes naturally to me anymore, i.e. a fast metabolism and ability to eat a whole pizza by myself and not gain an ounce of weight. There must be more than this provincial body of mine…who’s with me on this? Perhaps you struggle with finding contentment with your physical appearance as well. Or maybe you struggle with contentment in your marriage. Have you... read more