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,
When my husband and I first started dating, he used to always make fun of me and then say he was, “just joking.” It used to irritate me. ALOT. At first, I wondered if I had a self-image complex. Maybe I was a little insecure or maybe I just misunderstood his unique expression. I am
This time of year more than any other, I usually find myself in a bit of a cosmic slur, How about you? Between gift lists and groceries and holiday cards and seasons greetings and concerts and secret Santa’s, it’s easy to get lost in the shuffle and allow our minds to whir in the ordering
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.