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.
My husband and I had only been married about a year and a half and here I was, in a really difficult marriage, pregnant for the very first time. I
Maybe We’re Doomed.
Warning: this post addresses the topic of sexual assault. It is not described in graphic detail, however, please proceed with caution if that subject is in any way a trigger for
Woman!
Photo by Dani Mac Photography For Mother’s Day, I honor all women, even those who aren’t mothers in the traditional sense of the word. I wrote this Poem a couple
Treat Yo’Self or Die to Yo’Self?
I had an incredible and much needed conversation yesterday with an old (and by that I mean I’ve known her since we were both young and awkward and wore hideous
