what is it like to be married to me…
I heard the following question asked on the radio today and nearly died: Ask your spouse what it’s like to be married to you. Being married to me is like one big party. Minus the balloons, cake, streamers, and confetti. So basically it’s a table with me...that’s what families do…
Dear Parker and Ryen, Yesterday marked a turn in our relationship. The door opened, marking a new week spent at our house, and we both felt comfortable to be in each other’s presence. Life was seamless and effortless and—for a moment—flawless....
seasons of everything…
There was a lull in the conversation and for a moment I didn’t know what to say. Sitting in my parked car, I held the phone near my ear and listened to her desire. The painfully honest admission of loneliness and singledom was all too raw and real and hard. Her...the cost of following…
Jesus was truthful about the fact that following Him would cost the disciples everything. But he was also honest about what they would gain [Mark 8:36-37]. Jesus’ desire is to meet people where they are, change them from being ordinary people to people to people...some thoughts on vulnerability…
Friends—er, maybe eFriends. No, how about CyberCompanions? Wait, let’s go with Online Homies. Nah, this is getting lame. I’ll just keep it real and say, Amigos! [You know, because I was just in Mexico and all.] It’s good to be back, but I have...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
