Another day. Another hurdle. The same broken heart. And there were my poor babies. Smack dab in the middle of my broken heart, my occupied mind, and my wounded marriage. These innocent little souls were hurting and there was no denying it. Why? Because they couldn’t fix the hurt they were experiencing from mama’s “always sad face.” They …
“Come, let Us go down and there confuse their language, that they may not understand one another’s speech.” Genesis 11:7(NKJV) If only he understood where I was coming from. If only I understood what he was thinking. Does this thought process ring a bell? Those moments or seasons where your marital communication literally feels …
I’m not the flower type. What about you? The gal who swoons over that delivery of a fresh bouquet. Nah, not me. I’m more the “save your money and wash a load of dishes for me” type gal. But you see, I know the holidays without the flowers or even the free gift of clean dishes. So …
“I’m done,” I told myself and my husband (oh, and God). After a petty yet surreal argument while spending the weekend visiting family, I surely believed my husband and I were too much of polar opposites to ever win at this marriage thing. Feeling weary was an understatement. How could we ever make progress when …
Make or Break. That was our Valentine’s Day several years ago. My husband and I were like two lost puppies without a clue in the world where we were headed. Sadly, we had only been married a few months. This particular Valentine’s, we had the holiday to ourselves as grandparents pitched in to help …