“Just keep praying.” That’s what my husband said to me when I voiced my worries again. It both amused and annoyed me. The fleshly part of me wanted him to offer some kind of band aid fix… you know, just the right words to, at least temporarily, soothe my concerns. He had done just that... Continue Reading →
I don’t know about you, but I love new beginnings. An unopened notebook, freshly washed sheets, a never-seen-before sunset. Oh, I enjoy used and loved things too, but there is something inspiring about pure and untainted. Each day is like that. As L.M. Montgomery says in Anne of Green Gables, “Tomorrow is always fresh, with... Continue Reading →
“But I say to you who hear, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you. To one who strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also, and from one who takes away your cloak do not withhold your tunic either. Give... Continue Reading →
I always joke to my husband that he’s “my person.” The first time I told him that, I thought it sounded sweet, but he just looked at me and was like, “What? That sounds weird.” *Roll Eyes Emoji Here* But I kept saying it anyway because that’s what best describes how I feel about Brian.... Continue Reading →
The Misplaced Mom 