100 word wednesday: why i need my husband…
I hate admitting that I need my husband. [As in, I cringe at the admission of dependency upon someone.] But if I’m honest with myself I could be the I’M LOST poster child when we travel. Here are 100 words to prove this: OH NO! I didn’t print out my...
at the end of myself…
God delights in using ordinary Christians who come to the end of themselves and choose to trust in his extraordinary provision. He stands ready to allocate his power to all who are radically dependent on him and radically devoted to making much of him. —David...my table…
My husband stared in bewilderment as I smoothed my hand over the heavy table and pronounced instantaneously, This is it! After weeks of shopping and arguing, we finally decided on a dining room table. Strike that. I finally decided on a dining room table. Matt, my...
the biggest loser…
The reality weight loss show—The Biggest Loser—has been my motivation for a number of seasons. I felt no more joy than the moment with Ali from Days of Our Lives says, Congratulations, you ARE the Biggest Loser! [Note that I’ve capitalized the B and...
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.]
