How to Deal When People Disrespect Your BoundariesMy young friend Thomas has the most controlling parents I’ve ever seen (and my parents were about as strict as they come).Tommy raised his two younger siblings because his parents couldn’t be bothered with it. He helped with homework, made sure their teeth were brushed, and got them […]
I’ll never forget the day I started cursing. It was the day my husband admitted to having an affair.Even though I had suspected for a few months, all I could do was whisper “Bastard” and walk out the door. (I know, pretty low on the cussing scale, but we all have to start somewhere!) It was […]
When did you last feel taken for granted?Was it today? Last week? Four years ago? If it was deep heartache, it doesn’t matter how long ago it was; you likely haven’t forgotten the feeling of being taken for granted.I recently received an email from someone walking through a crushing season of betrayal. Her heart is […]
How to Find Balance for Stressed Out ParentsHoly End of the School Year, Batman! My wife is a teacher. Each day from 7-2:30, she teaches 14 three-year-olds. On top of that, we have two school-aged children of our own. That being said, this time of year is often chaotic and exhausting. End of the year parties, […]
Marriage is hard work. Are you overwhelmed? Here’s 45 pieces of the best marriage advice ever.
Desmond Tutu said, “We are, each of us, a piece of God.” When I look in the mirror, I see just one piece of God. I need you to help me see God clearly.
Our culture seems more divided than ever before. Whether it’s politics, education, parenting models, or the church, we’ve perfected the art of screaming. How do you deal with toxic people without becoming poisoned in the process?
Here’s the truth: there is no magic potion or secret formula to a pain-free marriage or an easy life. Both require hard work and loads of compassion. But you can learn a lot about marriage from this not-so-perfect proposal.
I will never forget how cold the tile floor was on that hot September afternoon, as I slid down the wall of ICU room number six.
The statement that made my knees buckle, as I stood at the end of that hospital bed, was, “No, I did not mix up my medicine. I wanted to die. I do not want to be here any more.”
My clearest thought was how I was not enough. But if not me, how was our beautiful baby boy not enough to make my husband want to stay? I wondered how I could possibly face family and friends at our son’s first birthday party the next day, alone. I wondered if I would spend the rest of my life the very same way.