Cathy Lechner

Finding Your Security in God

Cathy Lechner

August 17, 2011

I turned the thick envelope over and over in my hands. Guessing what was inside, I hesitated to open it and confirm my suspicions.

With heart pounding, I broke the seal. Underneath it lay an invitation to a wedding—a wedding that should have been mine. I was being invited to celebrate the marriage of the man I thought I still loved and the woman who had broken up our engagement. Surely they didn't think I would attend!

As horrible as this experience was, it was not unique to me. Every woman knows someone she thought would love her forever who later said, "I don't want you anymore. I don't love you or need you. I want out of this friendship, this marriage, this church, this job, this business." We have all been victims of rejection.
Why Can’t I Say “NO”!

Cathy Lechner

January 31, 2002

Everywhere I travel I meet them--little helpers, eager to "Bless the Minister". They mean well, but sometimes what they are offering to do is better left undone.
You ought to let me cut and highlight your hair." I heard the voice over my shoulder. When I turned around, my eyes had to look down about two feet to find the source of the offer, one that came with a long, Southern drawl.
"Hi, my name is Hepsiba. (That's in the Bible.) I do hair. I do pastor's hair, associate minister Calvin's hair and administrator-apostle Johnson's hair. Now he's actually bald, but I put a thick, all-natural beeswax with Retin-A™ on his hair, and then I pull it through a rice paper sorta hat.
The Day I Didn’t Feel Like Laughing

Cathy Lechner

January 31, 2000

I WAS SPIRITUALLY AND PHYSICALLY DRAINED FROM THE CHRONIC PAIN THAT TORE AT MY BODY. BUT THE GREATER ONE ON THE INSIDE STILL GAVE ME VICTORY OVER MY ENEMY.
My eyes fluttered open, and I was jolted awake. My heart seemed as if it were pounding out of my chest.
Where was I? Nothing looked familiar. Was I in a motel room?