God gets in the way all the time at our house. Bill and I are back to where we started, the two of us playing house in a home where all the other bedrooms are guest rooms. We are free to eat cereal for dinner or go to a late movie on a whim. We…
Thirty years ago, when I was a new wife, a friend told me, “If I really want to, I can talk my husband into anything.” A part of me was a little jealous. The part that would like to make Bill drink coffee with me in the mornings or sip a little red wine on…
Neither did I. Somewhere along our marriage timeline, though, he became one. Yesterday at church we served in the nursery. We don’t particularly love this gig (don’t tell anyone), but we do it once a month for a lot of compelling reasons. Bill surprised me when we signed up by choosing the “large group teacher”…
My husband started dying six months before our wedding. Dying, yes, in the way of all flesh. As in the way a newborn begins to age after its first breath. The way the sticker price on a new car plummets as soon as you drive it off the lot. The way tender green leaves turn,…
I remember the night I finally decided to trust Bill’s love for me. A new friend sponsored us to go on a Tres Dias weekend. (You may know it as Walk to Emmaeus.) If you don’t know what this is, I can’t tell you. But I can give you enough details to set up my…
