Once upon a time there was a little girl who, as she grew up, discovered that her heart came alive as she engaged with her story and learned how to share it.
We are 12 today. The journey to this place nearly broke us. But all along, God was arranging things for this beautiful new season we've just begun.
A meandering stream of consciousness post on blog-related connections, marriage and doing dishes in the bathtub.
Cuba was the perfect trip to celebrate 10 years. It is like our marriage ... complex and complicated, hard and messy and yet breathtakingly beautiful.
I knew going into it that marriage would be hard. You can't get married at 31 and not have a little bit of an idea of how messy it can be. But I think I may have underestimated it.
We are in the midst of a relational Harvey-sized disaster, devastating our fragile construction of a marriage. We’re both being broken apart. Stripped down and laid bare. And it is terribly painful.
But there is hope.
Every time I see the news that a celebrity took his own life, it is a sad reminder to me that depression is a cruel and indiscriminate enemy. It can – and often does – take us by total surprise, destroying the ones we think are least susceptible to it. Until a few years ago (six, to be... Continue Reading →
Somewhere in the four and half years, amidst buying a house, having two children, mourning my dad, and starting a new job, I forgot how to love my husband. It actually surprised me that it took only four years. I'd heard about the "seven year itch" so I expected to have a few more years... Continue Reading →
All photos and slideshow by Daron Short. Didn't he do a FANTASTIC job?