It was the closest to a “royal wedding” I’ve ever witnessed. Receiving an invitation at all was honor enough. Attending in person was nothing short of awe-inspiring. As Trevor and I left College Church that evening, I expected nothing more from the bride and groom. But I had a surprise coming. More
I’ll always consider successfully matchmaking two couples at one dinner party one of my greatest achievements. (Trevor jokes my head won’t fit through the door now because it’s so big.) Seriously, though, what a gift to be used by God to help a couple of Christian couples find and get to know each other. More
Plants have a way of letting you know they need more care; families too. More
Is God’s design for marriage in Genesis 2:24 grounds to cut off my parents? After all, He calls me to leave them in order to create and prioritize a new family. More
I left father and mother at nineteen: Not for a husband, but for an education in Chicago. So when I moved to New York well over a decade later to marry Trevor, I was certain I had God’s command down pat. “Leave father and mother”? Check. After living on my own for thirteen years, what else could I possibly need to leave? 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
Well, here we are, waiting with bated breath to learn who won the presidential election. As you wait, be encouraged: God waits too. More
Our five-year wedding anniversary passed quietly on October 3. While our actual anniversary was fairly ordinary, we left town a couple weeks later for a short anniversary trip. I’m so glad we did. More
I longed for straight legs. Normal legs with knees that met in the middle. Instead, they curved out like two crescent moons, kissing at their tips. More
“Will I go to hell if I’m not a virgin?” a girl asked me. I wish I could scoff, “Of course not!” But the truth is, it all depends . . . More