I’m never going to be skinny enough. I’m never going to be tall enough, beautiful enough, smart enough, making enough, funny enough, you name it – enough. I am His. It’s the only thing that will ever be enough. Six years ago, I heard the Lord tell me my husband was dying. At the time,
I keep thinking about woman. “Who am I that my sovereign King is mindful of me?” I want to tell her, how even if her fairy tale did not begin the way she hoped it would, that it’s okay. Because it can end even better than it began. Only, I pause. Because, I wonder if
I remember the day we went to get our wedding rings engraved. It was 10 years ago now but I recall it still like it happened yesterday. We were young, broke and in “love.” I say “love” in quotes because we didn’t actually know real Love, yet. The Jewelsmith behind the counter was a kindly
I remember the first time she told me those words. She said them with a fierceness so commanding, her confidence alone was more intriguing to me then anything and I wanted to possess it for myself. She looked fearless and brave. I wanted to be fearless and brave. “Never let them see you cry, sweetheart.
Recently, during a women’s night of fellowship, a single friend of mine brought up an interesting confession. We were there to dive into Christine Caine’s home study DVD series “Unashamed” and during our sharing time, my sweet friend confessed something I found to be a little shocking but not so surprising. She told our little