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A Path to Redeeming Love: A Forty-Day Devotional
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About A Path To Redeeming Love: A Forty-Day Devotional
Product Description This forty-day devotional based on the classic bestselling novel Redeeming Love leads you on a personal, six-week journey into God’s all-consuming embrace. We know that God loves us unconditionally. So why is it so hard to break free from the past and live in that truth? Inspired by the biblical book of Hosea, Redeeming Love introduces a love so profound that it forever changes Angel, a woman who had viewed herself as broken beyond redemption. With A Path to Redeeming Love: A 40-Day Devotional, you can immerse yourself daily in the truth of God’s unshakable love for you. Personal essays from Francine explore key themes from the novel—Rejected, Resigned, Rescued, Redeemed, Reconciled, Restored—inspired by Scripture. In addition, each daily devotion includes: • an excerpt from Redeeming Love, Angel and Michael Hosea’s classic love story • Bible verses for meditation • prompts for Bible study, prayer, and journaling to enhance reflection and application Whether you feel stuck or hurt, confused or lost—or simply want to experience more deeply God’s boundless grace—this devotional invites you into a transformative understanding of God’s redeeming love. About the Author New York Times bestselling author Francine Rivers continues to win both industry acclaim and reader loyalty around the globe. Her numerous bestsellers include Redeeming Love, A Voice in the Wind, and The Masterpiece, and her books have been translated into more than thirty different languages. Karin Stock Buursma is a freelance writer and editor. She collaborated with Francine Rivers on the devotional Earth Psalms: Reflections on How God Speaks Through Nature. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Rejected We all experience rejection. Sometimes it strikes in subtle ways, and other times in a blatant way. I look back over my life and remember the pain of it. When I was a small child, I stood in the doorway of my mother’s room as she told me, from her bed, to stay out of the room and away from her. I retreated, crushed and convinced that my mother didn’t love me. Other mothers hugged and kissed their children. Mine didn’t. The only person I saw my mother kiss was my father. That early rejection was the first and most severe, but others followed: • I felt like an outcast because all the popular students lived in town and I lived a couple miles away. • I was bullied and called names. • I heard people refer to the rural road on which I lived as “chicken alley.” • Girls sneered at my homemade dresses and hand-me-downs from cousins. • I strove to win an end-of-summer swim contest, only to have the blue ribbon go to my visiting cousin. • I had a giant crush on a boy who liked girls who were prettier and smarter than me. • I didn’t have the necessary test score or grades to make it into the college that was my first choice. When I was a little girl, I cried over being rejected. By fourth grade, I learned to pretend it didn’t hurt. I became better at swallowing rejection as I grew up. Don’t most of us try to walk through the pain until it dissipates? Rejection is a wound. Sometimes it heals quickly. Sometimes it takes years. In either case, it doesn’t take much to reopen the wound, to feel afresh the lacerating pain and trickling blood. Sometimes rejection becomes an infection that sickens and weakens a life. Yet sometimes there is another side to the rejection we experience, a side we would never guess until light shines on it and we seek the love and acceptance we have longed for since the womb. Day 1 Longing for Approval Alex Stafford stared down at Sarah. His mouth was pressed tight, and he studied her silently. Sarah stood as still as she could. She’d stared at herself in the mirror so long this morning, she knew what he would see. She had her father’s chin and nose, and her mother’s blonde hair and fair skin. Her eyes were like her mother’s, too, although they were even more blue. Sarah wanted
