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Discouraged. It’s what you feel when you’re stagnant in your career. It’s what you feel when you’re exercising five days a week, eating moderately healthy, and the scale just won’t budge. It’s what you feel when you and your spouse continue to argue over menial things, but you just can’t get and keep a hold…
You’ve seen the movie. You’ve read the story. You’ve heard the gossip. It goes something like this… Boy meets girl. They fall in love. They get married. They make babies. A few of them. Life gets busy. Life gets hard. Life gets expensive. Life gets confusing. Boy gets stressed. Girl gets stressed. Boy and girl…
This is a prayer request. A prayer request for any husband who tonight, upon his return from work, asks his SAHM wife what she did all day. This is a prayer request. A prayer request for any wife who tonight, upon her husband’s return from work, forget to hide the eight Amazon packages that were…
Sometimes you walk in the door from work, kiss and hug the kiddies and you and I give each other a look; a glance of mutual acknowledgment that we have both respectively made it to 6:30 pm and that we both, as well as the children, are all in one piece. Sometimes we linger on…
An awfully sweet, naively angelic, charismatic and opinionated seven-year-old sat next to her father on the couch while Mommy cleared and cleaned the table after dinner. The little girl glanced over at her mother whose face looked a bit peeved and worn with her mascara unintentionally smudged beneath her lower eyelid, bags below that, and…
Oh, hey honey, today is your day, did you remember that? I am sure you did because it is something that has to do with you. Never mind when it was my day last month, and you and the children assumed that “Mother’s Day” was a day to call on me for every single thing…
Before there was you, you, and you, there was an “us,” and that us was Daddy and me. And, before there was an us, there was just a “me”. But, since you came along and your brother followed and your sister joined after him, I occasionally feel as though I have lost the “us” and “me” that…
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