I grew up without my mother. She passed away when I was four years old. I remember women saying (in person or in movies) that they’ve dreamt of marriage all their lives and have planned for their wedding since they were five years old. I’d scrunch my nose and think “Why on earth would you… Continue reading How Feminism Almost Destroyed My Marriage, But God.
My mother passed away when I was four (which is how old my son is right now). I don’t know if it was due to trauma or because I was just very young, but as of this day, I still don’t have very much in my memory bank with her in it. My older siblings… Continue reading Mothers Are Forever: Happy Mothers Day
Because of Him, Nothing can touch me. Not the disapproval of man, Nor the praises of man. Not their merciless condemnation, the unforgiving list of past mistakes and records of past sin. Nor their applauds and compliments, conditional acceptance and fleeting celebrations. Not the lack of friends in times of wilderness and rejection, Nor the… Continue reading Love’s Declaration
So I have a confession to make. I don't have it all together. SHOCKING. I know. (That was sarcasm for those of you who didn't catch that.) As much as our social networks, blogs and Pinterests try to persuade us otherwise, NOBODY'S life is perfect. Well, at least not mine. My home is a constant… Continue reading The Grass IS Green; Pining Over vs Tending To
There's something curious about the moment a seed is sown into that cold, dark patch of soil. Something wondrous. Something unexpected. And I think there are times when we can relate to that seed. Because you die... Or so it seems. When you're planted into the ground. Like a burial without a coffin. Under the… Continue reading Hidden, But Not Forgotten