We Were Made for Community
Our family, for the past six months, has lived with my mother-in-law, father-in-law, and sister-in-law. They have a beautiful, bed and breakfast-style home with a cathedral ceiling and a wraparound porch that overlooks the layered land, a mix between mountains
The Difference Between Value and Worth
This morning, I asked my husband to move the bed so I could make sure my engagement ring wasn’t beneath. It’s been missing for over a week. I tend to misplace things all the time (even sentimental, valuable things), and
What Makes a Marriage Compatible?
If my husband and I were on eHarmony, I’m not sure we would be a match. I’m not even sure we would match up in the “What if” section since our interests are so diverse. He likes cold weather climates;
My Partner in Life, Not Just in Parenting
Three years ago, I took my firstborn daughter for a walk when it was ten degrees. I bundled her up in an Eskimo snowsuit and wrapped one of my scarves around the lower half of her face, so that you
Life’s Bittersweet Symphony
The September night we wed, my husband and I slow-danced. All I remember is how the two of us rocked back and forth as the crystals embroidering the hem of my dress cracked beneath his rental shoes. My husband is
God’s Eye Is on the Sparrow…and on the Pups
My hubby and I are on puppy duty, since my in-laws are doing missionary work in India. One of their cocker spaniel females, Emma, was scheduled to give birth this week, so we started watching her for any signs of
Sometimes, You Just Have to Flip a Switch
I don’t have a good track record with coops. In Wisconsin, I locked myself in the chicken coop three or four times before I wised up and set a bucket in front of the door, so the door wouldn’t close
“Kissmass Yights!” & Gratitude
The receipt checker, as I exited Sam’s Club, muttered beneath her breath, “I might just kill someone today.” The woman directed this comment to me while nodding at the back of the man who’d cut in front of the line
The Divide Cover Reveal!
Hey there, readers! This weekend, I am a hunting widow, meaning that my husband is hunting in Wisconsin while I hold down the fort in Tennessee. Because of this, I have abandoned my to-do list (not to mention the laundry) and
Parents Passing on the Sidewalks of Life
My four-year-old daughter and I were walking on the sidewalk when a parade of motorcycles started roaring by. With each one, she cried, “Wow!” At first, I smiled, loving her enthusiasm, but after thirty or so motorcycles, it wasn't as