It took me four years into my marriage to learn to place God, rather than a man who loved me, on a pedestal. I woke up and sat on the side of the bed after a peaceful night’s sleep having no idea that Greg had tossed and turned next to me all night long. With…
Have you ever been asked that question? Yesterday, I overheard a conversation at a church event, “How old are you? Oh and you’re not married yet?” Then came silence and awkward laughter. I wondered if the woman who was asking those questions left the conversation feeling discouraged. The question is, why does that question sometimes…
Aboard a passenger ship sailing from Los Angeles to Australia, I met a pretty young American woman named Jackie. During the voyage, I gathered that Jackie was traveling Down Under in search of her ideal mate. It seemed she wanted a Marlborough Man and so far had found only Marshmallow Men. The following year in…
The best and worst (read: most squirm-inducing) part of premarital counseling was when our pastor asked us to read Ephesians 5:22-33 and explain what it meant to us. If you are engaged or newly wed, or a woman, I don’t need to tell you this is the passage that begins, “Wives submit to your husbands….”…
My eyes were glued to our mini-van’s glass window, trying to find every possible hotel billboard that mentioned the word “pool.” Who needs Mount Rushmore or Niagara Falls? On a cross-country road trip, as a child, nothing could trump the delight of a massive box of chlorine. Needless to say I grew increasingly skeptical of…
