I have lived every word of this book; every page of this journey. But somehow, instead of feeling like oh I already know this stuff, I found myself savoring every word of Untamed. Doyle’s articulation of the process of shedding expectations is sheer joy. Her ability to centrifuge truth down to its essence and to turn a mind-bending phrase is so satisfying–it’s like getting the water temperature and pressure exactly right at the same time. Scoured, clean, and with only slight abrasions.
From page 122: Maybe Eve was never meant to be our warning. Maybe she was meant to be our model. Own your wanting. Eat the apple. Let it burn.
Amen, sister. Amen.
Order Untamed by Glennon Doyle here. Do it.
Order The Uncomfortable Confessions of a Preacher’s Kid by Ronna Russell here. Yes, please.
Read that post I did about Abby Wambach’s Wolf Pack a long time ago here. FAN.