Recently our church walked through a series called The Blessing. In the final weeks of this series, our pastors asked, “How are you a blessing to those around you?” For the first two years of our marriage, we lived in a small house in upstate New York. Our little rental home was perfect for the…
I married my husband, Jason, because he was a youth pastor and I had a burning passion for ministry–and because Jason was so handsome and I had a burning passion for him. I wanted to do BIG things for God’s Kingdom and I had visions of the two of us conquering the world in Jesus…
I birdied the twelfth hole!” my boyfriend cried excitedly. “It was awesome. I holed out from the bunker.” Birdy? What? He killed a bird? … Bunker? Is there a war going on? All this golf talk made my head spin. It was like a foreign language. The extent of my golf knowledge consisted of knowing…
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…
Marriage is made of promises, from the inaugural seconds of the union between a man and woman. I, Sinner 1, promise to be true to you, Sinner 2, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.” I took some…
