“I’m so scared to trust God with my love life,” she confessed. As a single, I had the same fear: If I chose to trust God with my love life, would He interpret my “surrender” as an irretrievable permission slip to withhold my greatest desire from me? More
“Are you drawn to other men after marriage? Does your heart still wander toward them?” Several of you have asked me variations of this question since writing Confessions of a Boy-Crazy Girl, so I thought I’d answer publicly. More
How boy crazy are you? (Or that daughter of yours?) You might be surprised. Maria wrote, “I never thought I was the boy crazy type, but when I honestly answered the boy crazy quiz, I realized I crush on guys a lot. This quiz was a good reality check.”
Take the “How Boy Crazy Are You Quiz” to find out how you or that girl in your life rates. Simply answer “yes” or “no” to these thirteen questions.More
“Let him go. Move on, already,” your friends insist. “You should be over him by now.” After all, it has been months. Maybe even years. But still, he haunts your thoughts—dropping by frequently, oblivious to the fact that he’s not welcome—threatening to sabotage not only your past but your present. Like a shackle attached to your ankle, you drag this dead hope of a relationship with you wherever you go. More
Have you ever thought a guy you liked was interested in you, but at the same time you’ve felt super confused after your interactions with him? Yeah, me too. I think it happens a lot, unfortunately. Here’s what one girl asked me recently. More
Christian guys can seem like an endangered species. So when suddenly you find yourself serving alongside a hardworking, Jesus-loving, baby-carrying brother, it can be easy to lose your mind. More
I have feelings for a guy friend. Feelings that I’ve asked God to take away from me several times, but for whatever reason, He has not. Why did God give me feelings I didn’t ask for? And what does He want me to do?
I still remember where I was when Mary told me the guy I’d liked for over a year was now dating . . . her. A girl who—in my opinion—wasn’t nearly as pretty as me. I looked down at the cracks as we walked that small town sidewalk, holding back tears as I felt my heart cracking. More