And now this hangs above the very spot where I prayed a prayer out of complete hopelessness.
I’ve realized that you never really stop being scared of marriage because you have to trust God to hold it together when life keeps throwing crap at you and you are just holding on to each other for the ride.
My husband bares no physical scars from war. But the scars on his mind and our hearts and our little family remain.
How can I join hands with my sisters and shine in a brilliant army of stars when I’m not willing to join hands with the one standing beside me who should matter the most?
As soon as Bianca uttered the words “the little oil that we have,” I was overcome with a visual picture of what God was asking me to do – how He was going to work in me and through me in regard to my marriage.
Love is a choice; but some days, I’m just too weary to make it.
Life just got a whole lot bigger and scarier. But the God I knew was still small and stuck in the box I created for him with my incomplete understanding of his grace.
One glance at the word and I’m transported back to 2007 and I hear Clay Walker crooning from the stereo of my “new” green Chevy Malibu. Fall Go on and fall apart Fall into these arms of mine I’ll catch you Everytime you fall Go on and lose it all Every doubt, every fear, Every … [Read more…]
The amazing story of us establishing contact with the family of our son’s namesake, a fallen soldier.
This transition out of the Army and move to North Carolina has been and will continue to be an adjustment in so many ways, but we are rich in God’s grace and in the beauty that He has granted us over the past few months.
The day that we moved into our new apartment was probably the most difficult and hectic day of the entire moving process. We had hoped that the movers would deliver our household goods on Saturday, as Russ was supposed to start his new job on the following Monday. Unfortunately, they had some issues with their … [Read more…]