A Letter to My Married Daughter

Dear Married Daughter, First of all, I am amazed that I am old enough to be writing this letter. When you were young, and sitting in the grocery cart while we shopped, people would stop me and comment on how cute you were and I would smile and thank them. They would often look at…

The Lord’s Prayer for Marriage

Prayer. The thing we most need to do, but what so many of us struggle with. I have a few people in my life who are prayer warriors, plain and simple. I call them when I need prayer because I know they will truly pray. Lately, I find myself wanting this in my own life,…

Life Is Hard, What Else Is New?

I’m catching on to the fact that life is hard. In fact, it is so difficult at times, I start to question God’s wisdom in all of this. I mean, come on. Here we are, running around on this earth, trying our best not to get devastated by some awful thing. You may say you…

I Idolized Motherhood—Until I Experienced It

If you’re wondering why I haven’t blogged in, well, too long, it’s this: Pregnancy and motherhood have kicked my butt. Scares and ultrasounds through the first trimester. Monitoring our son in Seattle every few weeks during my second trimester, all to be told he looked perfect at 29 weeks. Then being in the hospital twice for…

7 Practical Ways to Fight Anxiety

Anxiety can be such a beast. It ruins good days and makes bad days feel impossible. The hardest part about it, is how little others understand unless they have experienced it. Here are some things people without anxiety like to tell people with anxiety: Just tell yourself things are fine Count your blessings. Things could…

To the Wife Whose Husband Plays Pokémon Go…

To the wife whose husband plays Pokémon Go… First off, I’m sorry. None of us could have seen this coming. We could have done something to prevent it had we only known. Locked them up. Hid their phones. Gotten rid of our cell phone data plans. Moved to a hut somewhere without  the internet. But alas,…

I Make God Look Bad

I struggle with anxiety. I am a worrier. Sue me. I have been told its probably hard for my husband that I deal with anxiety, and I heartily agree. But its even harder on me. I have also been told that Christianity must not be working because if it worked, I wouldn’t be so fearful…