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…
Just pop a thermometer under your spouse’s tongue and read the digital diagnosis: It’s a simple case of poor communication. Just say two, “I’m sorries,” and make sure you say, “I love you” tomorrow. Or, maybe you have a bad case of jealousy. Simply elevate your quality time for a week and you’ll be fine….
I move left, she moves right. I go forward, she goes backwards. I dip, she bends. I swing, she flies. We move closer and embrace. Butterflies. I’m a horrible dancer. The term “two left feet” has new meaning when applied to my dancing machismo. In the kitchen after work, I’m constantly getting in the way…
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’m often asked what’s been the hardest time in my marriage. Without hesitation, I name the first year of our marriage. We struggled with making it through every day without hurting each other. We eventually got into our groove around month 8 or 9, which at the time felt like year 80 or 90. Now,…
