The first place I remember randomly running into him outside of our workplace was at the library. He was walking out with a stack of books and I recognized him as the new guy I'd met at work a few days prior. He was brand new to town and I was impressed that he was already at the public library.
I keep posting things about Trump on my Facebook account. And then two minutes later I delete them because I don't want to be "that person" who posts political things, devoid of any context. I wish I could just not care and go on with my life without having to feel like I have to speak my mind.
It's the last day of the year, so it's time for the yearly Giovagnoni family wrap up. (Doing it three years in a row makes it a "thing" right?)
The things I saw today will be seared in my memory for the rest of my life. It happened in a home in San Martin, El Salvador. To get there, we drove through a narrow dirt alley, parking at the end of two long, tin walls. The entrance to the home was a door-sized opening in the tin a few yards down. We stepped over the threshold into a dark room.
After my dad died, following three straight months of desperate prayers pleading for his healing, I had a crisis of faith. I felt like I had run full speed into a brick wall. Prayer seemed like a joke.
My daughter starts kindergarten next week. I never thought I'd be the one to cry when my kids went to school. (I didn't even cry at our wedding.) But the other night, I couldn't stop crying about it. She's young. She won't even turn five until three weeks after school starts. Several well-meaning people have... Continue Reading →
You know what nobody tells you about marriage? How painful it is. I think one of the big reasons there are so many broken marriages - especially among Christians - is that they go into it under an illusion of what "hard" will look like. I was 31 when I got married. I wasn't a young bride, naive... Continue Reading →
Chris and I have been married for five and a half years. Recently (the past few weeks) I've had this feeling that we are under attack. There is a FrankPeretti-style spiritual battle raging for our marriage and my eyes are being opened to it. And as they are, I'm getting pissed. The dumbass devil thinks I'm going to sit back... Continue Reading →