Tricked into a God Thing.
Spoiler alert: the above photo is from Summer Camp two years ago when I was FORCED (that is correct) to shave my husband’s beard (which, by the way, I adore
Oh, No!
When I’m really appreciative of what someone has done for me, I typically desire to repay them somehow, or at least return the favor in some way, shape or form.
A Family Not Forsaken.
On July 10th, 2012, a year after God shook Ben and I from our catatonic state of perpetual disobedience, we renewed our marriage vows in front of a handful of
Jubilee.
So, here we are, trying to piece our marriage together and prepare for the birth of our second child. For my second pregnancy, we decided not to have a hospital
Making Deals with God.
(If you haven’t read last week’s blog post: 7.10.11, I would encourage you to do so. Otherwise, this continuation probably won’t make much sense!) “In fact, I will only stay
7.10.11
On July 10, 2011, Ben and I almost ended our marriage. The last year of our lives had been a whirlwind of horrible decisions and rebellion against each other and
MOTHERHOOD. Is. Hard.
And then, in no time, I was pregnant. Yes, we still slept together enough to ensure that happened. We had only been married about a year and a half and
