The Gambling Woman: A Cautionary Tale
I'm not a gambling woman, but at one point in my youth, you'd have thought I lived at the casino the way I was playing my odds. I could've won Academy Awards with my poker face. I was living in a trance: so catastrophically abandoned from wisdom, untethered from reality, and even estranged from my own identity. With a silver tongue, I rationalized and convinced myself that rosy appearances could eclipse the darkness of the situation. I chose the Proverbs 12:15 life: “The way of the arrogant fool, who rejects God’s wisdom, is always right in his own eyes: but the wise and prudent man listens to counsel." Or...no. Maybe I was living the Proverbs 18:2 life:"A fool does not enjoy wisdom and discernment, but is only interested in airing his own opinions and revealing his own mind." That was me throughout young adulthood: at the time, my choices felt so "right" (ah, the heart is deceitful above all things...!) that I didn't "need" to be teac...
