Last Sunday, a woman preached at church.
In her sermon she spoke about how she always bakes when she’s stressed. She talked about cellulite and stretch marks. She talked about being a woman who used her body–imperfect as it may be–to glorify God.
I didn’t realize when I saw her take her place in the pulpit that I hadn’t heard a woman preach in 10 years. But when she started talking about the stretch marks, I realized:
I’ve been missing this.