when confusion leads to compromise
// the mistake so many of us make in dating and the better path of God’s best design // How many of us have stayed in relationships we shouldn’t be in, settled for behaviors...
// the mistake so many of us make in dating and the better path of God’s best design // How many of us have stayed in relationships we shouldn’t be in, settled for behaviors...
Divorce is not even a word in Clay’s and my marriage vocabulary. And yet I don’t just want a marriage that survives; I want a marriage that thrives. I have a lot of growth...
Chocolate and detox in the same recipe title? You better believe it! This smoothie tastes like a chocolate milkshake and is full of only healthy ingredients. There’s no better time than a new year...
Dang This Is Us—it gets me every time. But this time, specifically with the plot line of a pregnancy with twins. It’s really tough to watch. I think of those twins we lost. My...
I’m a recovering overachiever. My whole life I have, for some reason, thought I had to earn, prove, and produce. (Of course this was unconscious.) I’ve believed the lie that I have to earn...
I don’t need to tell you we are in a dark time. You don’t need reminding our world is a dark place. In these days surrounding an election with two less-than-perfect options, following a...
// on giving others time to grieve // Our miscarriage was the deepest, darkest place of grief I have ever known. There were people who wanted to “help me along” in my grieving, to...
We’re in quite a different place than we were last October (see below!) Baby girl’s walking and talking, not spitting up and blowing out. We often only see the highlight photos of motherhood on...
I was a 30-year-old virgin on my wedding day. It’s a fact the world would tell me to hide, but it’s a truth I long to proclaim–not in pride for my purity, but to...
This was my first and only baby bump photo. The quality isn’t great. It’s pixelated. And yet it’s a special photo for me. October 15 is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day, and...
Well, she’s weaned. Just like that. We dropped a feeding a week, and gave this last one a bit longer since it was Daddy’s birthday. But it’s done. It’s bittersweet. I’ve cried buckets of...