Marriage

Marriage is work. I knew this going in, but somehow, at 21, the work seemed, I don’t know… easier? Like maybe I’d do it for a few years, then figure it all out and spend the rest of my life sailing in calm waters? I really don’t know what I expected. It wasn’t this.

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Bring Him Home: Faith, love & miracles

Last fall, Mathaus and I had the chance to help out on a film project called “The 5 Day Adoption.”

Mathaus got to help with scene set-up and lights, and me, well, I got to do a little acting! It was a great day, and we both had a lot of fun, even despite the two-hour downpour we drove through to get home really, really late that evening.

The project has been well received, and it’s meant a lot to us because it promotes one of our favorite calls in life — adoption.

Now, the family who produced “The 5 Day Adoption” is working on another film project called “Bring Him Home.”

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How to be REAL without being RUDE

I admit to being completely caught off guard when my August post, “My husband is an idiot and I can’t stand my kids,” garnered so much attention. (42.3K shares on Facebook alone!) I’ve heard countless bl0ggers admit that there’s no way of knowing what post will strike a chord with readers, no formula to predict what will capture the collective attention. But that post resonated with a good number of people — at least enough to get them to click the link — and its still resonating.

As the post took off, the comments started rolling in. I really don’t expect comments very often; it’s become almost old-fashioned in this Facebook/Twitter/Instagram instant feedback world to take the time to type in your thoughts and respond to what you’ve read. When I do get comments, it feels very much like walking to the end of the driveway, opening the mailbox, and finding a personal note tucked inside. Awwwww! For meeee? By and large, the comments on the August post were supportive. But an undercurrent of backlash to my words quickly developed.

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“My husband is an idiot and I can’t stand my kids”

True story: one of the most discouraging times of my life as a wife and mother was made dramatically worse– not better— by my involvement in a women’s Bible study.

It had been a long, hard season of slogging for my family. We had been wading through tight finances, lost babies, and health dramas. I had been poured out, again and again, and the little bit that remained of my spirit was battered and bruised.

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