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After 29 years of marriage ended, Lysa TerKeurst did what most Christian women never think to do. She opened her Bible and didn't close it for 1,000 hours. Not because she was holy. Because she was destroyed. Because the man she had loved and forgiven and fought for and begged God to restore had broken her in ways she couldn't say out loud. And going to church wasn't fixing it. Praying harder wasn't fixing it. Telling herself to trust God one more time wasn't fixing it. She has said it from every stage she has stood on since. "I would forgive and things would fall apart. I would forgive and things would fall apart. I would forgive and things would fall apart." Read that again. Not once. Not twice. Over and over and over. And she kept going back. And it kept falling apart. If you have ever forgiven someone who didn't deserve it and watched it fall apart anyway — you know exactly what those words cost her to say out loud. If you have ever sat in church on a Sunday morning with a smile on your face and cried in your car on the way home — you know what it is like to be living hurt while pretending you are fine. If you have ever tried to pray and felt like you were talking to a ceiling — you know what it is like to love a God you cannot reach. That is not a faith problem. That is a context problem. And Lysa finally figured out the difference. When everything collapsed she did something most women never do. She did not reach for another sermon. She did not white-knuckle her way through another year. She went into the actual pages of the Bible with someone who could finally show her what she was holding. And she stayed there for 1,000 hours. She said it herself. "About 750 of those hours I was looking for the loophole." She went in angry. She went in broken. She went in looking for an exit. And what she found in those pages didn't give her an exit. It gave her her life back. Here is what nobody in the church will say out loud. You can be a Christian for thirty years and still not know God well enough to let Him carry the thing that is destroying you. Not because you don't believe. Because you have been reading words without understanding what they mean. Because the Bible was written two thousand years ago for specific people in specific moments in history — and without anyone ever explaining who wrote it, when, why, and what was happening in the world — you are reading letters from someone you have never met and wondering why you don't feel close to them. You can read the Psalms every night for a year. And if nobody ever told you that David wrote them from caves while soldiers hunted him — from betrayal so deep it broke him — they will comfort you for five minutes and disappear before morning. You can read the Gospels your whole life. And if nobody ever showed you who Jesus actually was to women that the entire world had written off — the ones with complicated histories, the ones too hurt to trust, the ones who had nothing left to offer — you will never know He was talking directly to you. That is what this 52-week guided study finally gave me. One theme a week. Genesis to Revelation. Before you read anything each week — a short explanation of exactly what you are about to get into. Who wrote it. When. Why. What was happening in the world at the time. And how every single page connects to a God who is big enough to hold what you have been carrying alone. Psalms — the raw desperate prayers of people who were also in the dark. Who also cried out not knowing if anyone could hear them. And what God said back. Genesis — the story of how God showed up for women who had been used and discarded and forgotten. Over and over from the very first pages. The Gospels — the Jesus who sat down with the most broken women of His time and didn't flinch. Who told them the truth and loved them through it. Who looked at everything they had been through and said — I see you. You are not too far gone. For the first time in my life I read my Bible and knew who I was reading about. For the first time I read about a God actually big enough to hold what I was carrying. Week by week — something shifted. Not because the hurt disappeared. Because I finally knew the God who could carry it with me. Lysa says it and I believe it now. "What hurt you doesn't have to define you." But you cannot get there by reading three chapters and closing the book. You have to actually go in. This study is the closest most of us will ever get to Lysa's 1,000 hours. The same depth — broken into pieces small enough to do even on the days when getting out of bed is all you had. Right now it is up to 62% off — and every order comes with a free pen pack. Do not spend another year living hurt. Do not spend another year reading words that never reach the place that actually needs them. Tap below and grab yours before they sell out.