I sat in my parent’s office that afternoon, working diligently to get my lesson planned for our next meeting. The girls in my discipleship group would be gathering that week and we were going to be talking about intercession. Part of the lesson was on how Jesus intercedes for us, but I wanted to focus…
My husband and I had only been married a few years when friends of ours lost a baby at the end of their pregnancy. I was devastated for them. But I’ll be honest, I had no idea how to show love to them. I prayed, a lot. I tried to listen. But I felt at…
I stayed home from church that Sunday. My husband kissed me goodbye and whispered, “I’m so sorry, love.” I waved to the family and then sat down with a cup of coffee and a few wayward tears still staining my cheeks. I didn’t long to be alone, but I also knew it was okay. I…
When Amos & I were first married, we moved a load of small square bales. By the time we were done, I was almost in tears. Amos was chattering away, oblivious to me and I was so hurt by how clearly he seemed to be dismissing me & my pain. Which I told him. To…
Seven years. Seven long years passed after we started praying for a baby. Seven years that led us through a miscarriage, a failed adoption, a successful older child adoption—and then, finally, to the moment when we were matched with a birth mother. We were so excited and so scared and so ready to welcome a…
Twelve years ago I would have told you that my husband wasn’t a very romantic guy. Which was okay with me, for the most part. I wanted to marry a guy with substance. One who had a backbone, a heart for the Lord, and a willingness to get his hands dirty working hard. Actually, I…
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