by Elisabeth Corcoran
Twice in the past several months, I’ve found myself striking a chord with readers. The first time had to do with a four-part series I wrote entitled “The Unraveling of a Christian Marriage: Three Common Questions”. The second time was when I wrote about feeling “Unpursued”. The comments section overflowed.
The resounding message I continue to hear from readers is, “Thank you for making me feel that I’m not alone.”
This is all good and fine. I am honestly deeply thrilled to know that a) anyone even reads what I write (this still shocks me), and b) people resonate with my words.
What I’m not too thrilled about though is that I seem to have painted myself into a corner of being the poster child for the Christian divorcee, the jilted wife, the ignored. That’s no fun. Who wants that as her tagline or on her business card? (“Call me if you’ve just gotten dumped…I’m your girl!”)
So as I sit here today pondering this predicament I may or may not have gotten myself into, I realize that it’s okay if that’s who I represent right now. If the hurting woman is who I echo.
Because a couple years ago, I was writing almost solely about social justice.
And a few years before that, it was all about women’s ministry.
And prior to that, mothering young children.
So what I’m seeing in my life are seasons. Or maybe more accurately, building blocks. Just because I’m divorced doesn’t mean I no longer understand what it means to be married or to care about clean water and orphans or to raise children. I am all of those things and more.
And in a few years, I’ll be in another season. I’ll be a poster child for another thing (only God knows what that thing will be). And, hopefully, my audience will continue to expand as I continue to enfold each season’s lessons into my heart and life and writing along the way.