Growing up in a Christian home, I learnt a lot of bible stories. One of the ones that stood out to me was the case of Lot, his wife and children. How unlucky Lot was, that is a story for another day.
His wife, however, is the inspiration for today’s post.
I can only try to imagine the thoughts passing through her mind hours/minutes to her death. Her husband out of the bloom says “pack a box, we are leaving Sodom.” What if she had enjoyed being a Sodomite? What if she had career goals tied to Sodom? What if Sodom was her haven?
Whatever has reasoning was it was a wrong decision.
I find myself thinking of the past and attempt to go out seeking the pleasures that satisfied my cravings. But this particular story, this particular story… scares me.