It had been a hard day. I had been fighting deep discouragement all day about some things going on in my life. And on that weathered old adoration chapel kneeler that had held up so many saints and sinners before me, I poured out my heart to Christ. I spent the first part of my prayer apologizing to God for being such a wimp. I knew so many people
I used to hate NFP. I hated waking up to take my temperature every morning. Later, the rainbow of special stickers to keep track of, and having to fold the toilet paper every single time into those neat, flat layers of tissue. The charts that became such a heavy weight on my shoulders. Feeling like a gatekeeper for intimacy. The fact that “green light” days were the very
I have been asked many times how many children Michael and I want to have. My answer is always that I don’t have a number, not anymore. We have been married for seven years. We have three children. We would love to have more. We have had to postpone pregnancy for serious reasons. We have had to wait on the blessing of a pregnancy. We have
Young mothers have been on my heart lately. Certainly not all young wives are mothers, and not all mothers of little ones are young wives. But in general the first few years of marriage and motherhood, wherever you are, can be incredibly difficult. For me, many times a cup of coffee and a good conversation with a Titus 2 mom friend has been much-needed moment of encouragement.
Nearly seven years of marriage has taken my breath away at times. And at least for this post, by that I mean there have been seasons in mine that have felt like a never-ending sucker punch in the gut. This post is for those of you who may be in more of a sucker-punch season. I am on the other side of some very tough