I believe my husband will be healed. I don’t mean that in the church goer’s weak interpretation of healing, which is actually dying. I believe that his body that was so forcefully intruded upon, these lungs that are pushing against the pressure of these disgusting trespassers of tumors for every breath, will be restored. I … More The Christian Scapegoat
Saturdays are for the boys. As I struggled to write the intro to this blog, my husband offered this opening sentence as his contribution. We both laughed it off, then I wrote it down at the top of my word document, and now here it is. The perfect intro. Because despite the joking nature of … More A Season of Saturday
Nearly two years of marriage, and I still load the dishwasher incorrectly. My husband and I agree on a lot of things. We both agree that vanilla ice cream is far superior to chocolate. We both agree that Olive Garden’s soup and salad deal is the best lunchtime value for two. We both agree that … More Not on My Husband’s Pedestal
“May you always be kind to each other. May your house be filled with much laughter. And may the desire of your hearts always be to sing the other person’s song.” -Mark Timm (August 4, 2018) I don’t hate my husband. I also don’t understand why modern culture seems to believe that I should. Culture, … More Singing Someone Else’s Song
After 3.5 years deeply immersed into the College Culture, I graduated from Taylor University knowing one thing for sure: There are two types of college aged women in the world: 1. The “Ring Before Spring” Girls. (Also known as the “MRS degree” culture.) AND 2. The lovely, “No ring, ever, ever. Guys suck. I don’t … More Watch Where You’re Swinging That Pendulum
“I dreamed a dream in times gone by When hope was high and life worth living” Let me be incredibly honest with you… I am not where I planned to be at my age, and I’m not very happy about it. This is just a fact. It’s not a cry of pitty or self-loathing. In … More I Dreamed A Dream… And Then I Kept Dreaming
“You’re cool and all, but your friend started texting me, and well…” *extremely detailed and graphic text about “last night” followed by, “Sorry, I meant to send that to someone else.” “God thinks that we should break up.” “You know how at the beginning of the semester we were both virgins… well I’m not anymore.” … More Northern Stars- And What They Lead Us To
I am the baby of my entire family. On my dad’s side, I am separated from my closest cousin by 6 years. When I was younger this meant a lot of missing out. I missed out on slumber parties, big kid games, and memories that were made years before I was even thought of. But … More Grams
About two weeks ago I deleted my secret “I do” page on Pinterest, all of it. I deleted a wide selection of cakes, entrées, decorations, dresses, rings, cocktails, song lists, and everything else I once thought would be essential for my big day. Every single pin was gone in the click of one button. Why? … More I DO not
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