Right after the “I do’s” were said and the wedding cake was cut, my dad approached my husband, Michael, and welcomed him to life with me. “Good luck,” he said jokingly, she’s spoiled rotten.” I know my dad was kidding, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how he characterized me. Spoiled rotten. True, my family is blessed and…
The stress of work, church responsibilities and post-wedding busyness and change had finally caught up with me. I went home from work every night, sat on the couch and watched TV until it was time to go to bed. Then, I would curl up into a ball under the covers and sob uncontrollably. And then…
Much of what I remember from Easter celebrations of years past come from the photo albums kept for me throughout the years. There’s the picture of my mom and me, age 4, wearing matching blue and white striped dresses standing in front of a bare tree with colorful plastic Easter eggs hanging from its branches. Or…
I’m a pretty good cook and I know how to make a house look spotless. I’m looking forward to being a wife and know God has been preparing me for marriage for over a year. But I’m about 30 days away from my wedding, and I’m beginning to think I’m not ready for marriage, tying…
Sunday afternoons at my house are reserved for having lunch with others. I make sure to spend it sharing a meal with someone … usually my fiancé Michael. And that works out perfectly for us, because we just don’t see each other that often. Our work schedules are completely opposite and our Wednesday and Sunday…
