The alarm goes off. Instantly I stretch for the snooze. Not today, I tell myself. I’ll get up early tomorrow, and it will be okay. Two or three days pass, maybe even a week, maybe even more. I am reluctant to put my finger on a certain persistent conviction. I am allowing all the parts… Continue reading How to Light the Way
The love I possess for my husband is difficult to depict just right. It is even difficult at times to portray to him the earnest love I carry. Endearment for him is something I feel immensely. It is a good kind of love, a love that you want to cling to. I have often done just… Continue reading Loving My Husband Better Part 3: Love Jesus More
Have you ever had one of those days with your spouse? It may not have been the whole day. Maybe it was merely a minute fraction of the day where you were not on the same wavelength as each other. Either way, it was one of those instances that, to put it kindly, felt less… Continue reading Loving My Husband Better Part 2: What Happens When We Disagree?
Have you ever taken a moment to step back and think about how you may or may not be showing Jesus to those whom you love? Every now and then, not near as often as I ought to, I stop to think about how much my husband sees Jesus in the way I love him. Growing… Continue reading Loving My Husband Better Part 1: Judging Him Less Harshly
Psalm 139:23-24 Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. Since about the middle to end of April, I began to desperately pray these verses over myself. My patience had been deteriorating… Continue reading Lead Me in the Way Everlasting
One morning I wake up to an alarm urging me to get out of bed and grasp invaluable time in solitude. Another, my body naturally wakes encouraging me, “hey today you need to get up just a little bit earlier”. The nights before I almost know when I will need to set an alarm and… Continue reading Early Morning Charm
I learn to see where growth is called for, where things needed to be worked through and let go of, and where ponderings needed to be brought to life. Then I come to realize what I really see is brokenness.