Glennon Doyle Melton, I Forgive You

She talked about the messiness of marriage in a way that I deeply connected with. She never shied away from the hard stuff. But she always did that in the context of why her marriage - and marriage in general - is worth the fight. Or maybe that's just what I took away from it. Anyway, always until now.

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The Anniversary Gift

Today I'm celebrating my seventh anniversary instead of planning a funeral. Chris survived an accident four days ago that should've killed him. I can still barely wrap my mind around it.

I first saw him at the library…

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.

America … You’re Fired

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.

And So I Cry…

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.

And So I Pray On…

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.

Letting Go

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 →

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