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In one afternoon, Lisa Harper lost the baby she was adopting, found out her mother had cancer, and learned her father had two months to live. What she discovered in that pit is what most Christian women have never been taught. A woman who has spent her life teaching Scripture to packed arenas of Christian women. And she stood on a stage and told them about the afternoon her entire life collapsed in the span of a few phone calls. She had been waiting thirty years to become a mother. After decades of praying, she finally got matched with a baby girl. She named her Anna Price. Everything had been signed. The adoption agency told her she was the only person legally allowed to bring that baby home from the hospital. She called her own mother to say she was finally going to have a granddaughter. They cried on the phone together. And then the phone rang again. It was the agency. The bottom had fallen out of the adoption. She lost Anna Price. She said she felt like her heart had been cut out of her chest. She sat on the couch and didn't know how long she cried. Then the phone rang again. It was her mother. The bladder infection they'd been watching wasn't an infection. It was cancer, and it had already spread to at least three major organs. She prayed with her mom, hung up, and before she could even breathe, the phone rang a third time. It was her father. The colon cancer they thought he'd beaten five years ago was back. It was in his lungs. It was in his bones. The doctors had given him two months to live. In one afternoon. The daughter she'd waited her whole life for. Her mother. Her father. And she collapsed on the couch and said the most honest prayer she had. "Lord, you've picked the wrong girl. I'm not this faithful. You needed Christine Caine or Holly Furtick for this. I'm not gonna walk this well." Read that again. Because here's what happened next, and it's the whole point. She had a flight the next morning. She was scheduled to fly to Kansas City and speak to a room full of Christian leaders about the faithfulness of God. And the next morning, she got on that plane. And she stood up. And she actually did it. Not because she felt strong. She felt destroyed. But because when she reached down to the very bottom of herself, there was something there to stand on. And here's what almost no one says out loud. Most of us, in that exact moment, would have reached down and found nothing. Because when the worst day of your life comes, you don't rise to the level of the verses on your wall. You fall to the level of what you actually understand. Lisa could stand that next morning because she'd done the work. Most of us haven't. We've read the comforting verses. We've posted them. We've heard them quoted at funerals. But when the floor finally gives way, we reach for them and discover they were decoration, not foundation. We knew the words. We never knew what they meant. I know. Because I was that woman. I went to church every single Sunday for my entire adult life. I owned a Bible I genuinely tried to read. I had a verse for the coffee mug, a verse for the wall, and a verse I'd post whenever someone was going through it. But I never had what Lisa had. When my own hard thing came, I reached for all of it and came up empty. I knew where the comforting verses lived. I had no idea what they actually meant, or who they were written to, or why they were even true. And the book Lisa stood on the night her world ended? The book of Job? I'd never made it anywhere near it. Too dark, too hard, too confusing. I skipped it every single time, the same way most of us do. It wasn't that I didn't love God. It wasn't that I didn't have discipline. It wasn't that I didn't have faith. The only difference was that when Lisa reached down to the bottom, there was a verse there she had actually understood. When I reached down, there was nothing but verses I'd decorated my life with and never once understood. And the surface cannot hold you when your life caves in. The verse Lisa stood on that night came from the one book most Christian women never even crack. The book of Job. She'll tell you herself, women never open it. It's too dark. Too hard. Too confusing. A man loses his children, his health, and everything he owns in a single day. We skip right past it. But Lisa had actually studied it. She knew who Job was, when it was written, what was happening. She knew that from the very bottom of the worst suffering in the entire Bible, Job said: "I know that my redeemer lives." So when her own life collapsed, she wasn't reaching for a pretty line. She was standing on a book she'd actually understood. The exact book the rest of us would have skipped. That's the difference. Not that Lisa was more faithful. Not that she had it more together. She had simply done the slow work of understanding the parts of the Bible the rest of us avoid. Think about it this way. If someone handed you a letter written thousands of years ago, in a language and a world you've never been taught to understand, you could read the words. You could even underline the pretty ones. But you'd never understand what they actually meant, or who wrote them, or what they were trying to tell you. You'd never know that buried in the hardest, most skipped-over book was the exact thing you'd need on the day your life fell apart. That's what most of us are doing every time we open our Bibles. We're reading letters, poems, prophecies, and histories written for specific people in specific moments in history, with no one to tell us who wrote them, when, why, what was happening at the time, or what they actually mean. So we skip the hard books. We grab the easy verses. And we wonder why none of it holds when life finally tests us. Lisa has spent her whole life trying to give women that understanding, from a stage. But she can only reach you for an hour at a conference, or a few minutes on a screen. She can't be in your living room at 6am, when you sit down with your Bible and have no idea what you're actually looking at. That's when I found something that changed everything. A 52-week guided study that walks you through the entire Bible, one week at a time, from Genesis to Revelation. Before you read anything each week, it tells you who wrote it, when, why, what was happening at the time, and what it actually means. Even the hard books. Especially the hard books. Job: why a man who lost everything is one of the most important stories in the entire Bible, and what it actually teaches you about the God who stays when everything else is taken. Psalms: written by people at the absolute bottom, and the God who met them there. Romans: what Paul was really saying, and why it was never the empty slogan you'd been quoting. The verses I used to skip became the ones I couldn't stop reading. And slowly, week by week, something shifted. I'd open it in the morning and not want to close it. Verses I'd read dozens of times suddenly meant something completely new, because I finally understood what they were actually saying. And the next time the hard thing came, I wasn't reaching for a pretty line I'd memorized. I was standing on something I actually understood. Not because my life got easier. But because I finally understood the One who stays at the bottom of the pit. The One who was waiting on every page I used to skip. Right now it's up to 62% off, and every order comes with a free pen pack. Don't spend another year skipping the parts of the Bible that could carry you through your worst day. Don't spend another year standing on words you've never understood. Tap below and grab yours before they sell out.