by Katy Kauffman


Guilty, guilty, guilty, I told myself as I waited for the judge’s verdict. My head hung low as I waited for his decision.


I can’t believe I did that again. What was I thinking?


I glanced over at the gallery of spectators. Their condemning glares held my attention. Faces of disapproval. Their eyes penetrated my soul. I saw the faces of those who had made me feel inferior in the past. Who made me feel despised. Among them sat an envoy of the enemy, an ambassador of guilt and shame. He had harassed my spirit too many times. Of course, he would show up now. Truly I felt condemned before the judge even confirmed it.

  By Katy


by Tammy Kennington


Your parents had to get married. Her words, rife with condemnation and mockery, penetrated my third-grade heart. I felt the stares of the other children. I blinked hard, forcing my humiliation to be quiet. Undetectable. But shame rose fast and unrelenting like floodwaters. Tears blurring my vision, I bowed my head and hurried toward the school cafeteria. That day, every bite of food tasted like shame.


My struggle with shame began long before elementary school. It festered and grew in a home where words were weapons and hurtful labels were accepted without question. I was a burden, not a blessing.


As time passed, a well-rehearsed script played again and again in my head. You aren’t worth being loved. Nobody will ever want you. You mean nothing. The words ran through my mind like a ticker-tape and held power in my life far into adulthood.

  By Katy


by Lauren Craft


Katy here. This week are starting a new series called Building Your Arsenal: Truths of Victory from Romans 8. Once in a while I will spotlight a particular chapter of the Bible, and guest bloggers and I will write about principles of victory and encouragement. This spring and summer we're exploring Romans Chapter 8, and the first post is by Lauren Craft. What can motivate us to refuse sin? Lauren shares with us ... 


We dangled our legs off the back patio. I was among six girls at my friend Katy’s house for her fifteenth birthday, laughing as we imitated a love ballad streaming through the radio. We admired the wild marsh behind her family’s property, where frogs croaked and splashed. In the woods on both sides of the home, crickets sang their own ballad to kick off the evening hours.


The smell of pizza lifted our spirits even more. "It's here!" Katy exclaimed as she hurried inside to help her mother with the delivery. As we placed our slices onto paper plates, a minor problem emerged. "Sorry, Girls. We're outta sodas. Here’s some milk," Katy's mom said.

  By Katy

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The Scrapbooked Bible Study: A Blog by Katy Kauffman

Award-Winning Author, Editor, Bible Teacher

An editor for Refresh Bible Study Magazine, Katy Kauffman is also a Bible study author who loves to write about the treasures of Scripture. Her Bible studies focus on winning life's spiritual battles, and her blog shares snippets of "scrapbooked" encouragement. Learn more about The Scrapbooked Bible Study, and follow Katy's blog to receive weekly posts. 

 

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