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
Not So Very Married.
Disclaimer: This addresses some sensitive issues regarding sexuality. I recommend reading it if you’re thinking about getting married, or perhaps are already married. It’s not something we speak about enough,
Cold Feet.
A few weeks before the wedding, I got cold feet. I got all the cold feet. I was terrified that I was getting married too fast, too young, too everything.
