Beware of Quicksand: How One Stranger’s Comment Changed My Marriage Forever

You Figured it Out

They sent you home with this little life. There was no instruction manual or easy user guide. There wasn’t a cheat sheet. All you had was your baby and your best judgment and God’s endless grace for the new mom. But you figured it out. You figured out what each cry...
Beware of Quicksand: How One Stranger’s Comment Changed My Marriage Forever

To the Momma Up in the Middle of the Night

Shhhhh. I won’t take much of your time. I know you’re busy. I know you’re tired. And I know that more than anything you wish you were sleeping and your little one (or not so little one anymore) was sleeping too. I thought I might keep you company for...
For the Momma Whose Arms are Full

For the Momma Whose Arms are Full

For the Momma Whose Arms are Full I had just turned off the lamp in my bedroom when I heard her cry from across the house. Just down the hall from her baby brother’s room, my four year old daughter’s confused words were faintly filtering through the baby monitor...
Beware of Quicksand: How One Stranger’s Comment Changed My Marriage Forever

I Don’t Think I Can Do This

She was on the other side of the wall in the next room. I couldn’t hear what the nurses were saying or her husband or friends. I couldn’t hear what words her family might have spoken to assure her. I couldn’t hear the calm words of the doctor or the likely beeping of...
Beware of Quicksand: How One Stranger’s Comment Changed My Marriage Forever

An Honest Valentine For My Husband

Happy Valentine’s Day to My Husband  the man who lives in my house, and sleeps in my bed, and that I don’t get to connect with very often. Hi. I love you. It’s nice to stop and acknowledge that we are married, and that you are my husband and I am your wife when we are...
Beware of Quicksand: How One Stranger’s Comment Changed My Marriage Forever

When We Hope They Will Forget…

He had worked so hard on his Lego creation. For over an hour he had sat at the kitchen table carefully piecing each block in place. I’m not sure if it slipped or if his little brother reached up and grabbed it. But the next thing I knew, it was shattered into a...
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