My sister told me the truth. Then God taught me how to live.
Years ago I had four children under the age of six, a marriage that looked nothing like the one I had planned, and a home that was, to use the honest word, chaos. From the outside I portrayed the perfect life. Inside I was drowning.
My sister came to visit and saw the truth in one night. She said, "You don't have the perfect life and the perfect marriage like you portray. You've got major problems." And then she said the sentence that changed everything: "You need God in your life." She told me to find her a Bible-teaching church that weekend. I could drop her off, or I could go with her. After eighteen years of running from God, I went with her. I found the Father's love I had been searching for my whole life, and I found a peace I had never felt.
That was the beginning, not the end. A year later, after we had survived twelve months with no income and no insurance, our five-year-old son was diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia. The doctors gave him less than a fifty percent chance of survival, even with a bone marrow transplant. Our other children were angry and jealous. My marriage was under a weight it could not carry. I was a brand-new believer, and everything I loved was on the line at once.
That is where God taught me the four words I have lived by ever since. Surrender. I laid my son on the altar the way Abraham laid down Isaac, and I told God he was His. Trust. I announced to family and friends, "My God does not work in percentages." Obey. I did what His Word said, one day at a time, even when I did not feel like obeying. Pray. On Christmas Day, alone at my son's bedside, I asked God to speak to me, opened my Bible, and read a story I had never read: a father begging Jesus to heal his son, and Jesus answering, "You may go, your son will live."
Thirteen days later the hospital sent our son home, the first child they had released so soon after a transplant. Within ten months he was off every medication. The doctors at Children's Hospital called him a miracle.
But here is the part that matters for you. God did not only heal my son. He healed me. In the middle of the conflict in my home, I found peace that did not depend on anyone else changing. He gave me comfort, and then He gave me the wisdom to understand and serve the people who were hardest to love. He showed me who I am in Christ, so their labels stopped deciding who I was. And He gave me the courage to speak the truth in love, so I could grow to be more like Him instead of hiding from every hard conversation.
The difficult people. The disappointments. The marriage that looked different than I planned. The leukemia. The rejection. The conflict. Those were the very things that matured me. And for more than twenty years since, I have walked hundreds of people through the same road, in their homes, their churches, and their companies. God's way still works, and God's way can be learned. That is what these eight weeks are: the tools to protect your peace, renew your mind, and handle the hardest conversations in your life with a strategy that brings resolution.