In my original comment to her---I told her my family seldom reads my blog--nor do many of who have known me for a long time. Why not? They know me too well. They know my feet are made of clay--they know my faults--they know my weakness--they know my failures. They see and know me for who I truly am--scars, warts, dirt, and all---they know me. Looking past the fallen--the not so Godly--certainly not Saintly--sinner for wisdom is difficult at best. Some may even laugh and say, "Can you believe her!"
Yes, I have made a mess of many things in my life---I stray off the path---I wander in the wrong direction---I become lost and fearful--but because of grace I am redeemed. When God looks at me--He sees me through the blood of Jesus--and I am whole--complete--and beautiful and wise--in His sight. He honors me with His love---What A Blessing!
He himself had said that a prophet is not honored in his own hometown.