My heart wasn’t into it and it showed, more parenting advice
A pet peeve of my mother’s was when I would do what she asked, but not with a heart for it. She chose me often to clean the bathroom because…
A pet peeve of my mother’s was when I would do what she asked, but not with a heart for it. She chose me often to clean the bathroom because…
It’s the day after Mother’s Day and I’m sitting alone in the quiet, early morning hours. Getting up early is not new to me. While I’d love to have a…
About a week ago, I was flying on the red eye to Liberia from South Africa. It was a long, but thankfully uneventful, journey. I wasn’t prepared for the heat…
40 years. That's how long I will have been married to Jamie in July this year (spoiler alert: I will post a very sappy anniversary blog). I can't say that…
I want to tell you the story of when I went on a mission when I lived in Burundi to cover two cushions for my rocking chair. This chair is…
The past few weeks have been harsh. I'm tempted to think, "If this is what the beginning of the year looks like, I'm not looking forward to how the rest…
The post expresses the author's journey in a long-lasting marriage filled with differing habits especially about organizing. The author tends to get things done without writing lists, in contrast to her husband who lives by them. Facing these differences, they have learned to accommodate each other's tendencies over forty years of marriage, and have worked collaboratively in raising children, serving as missionaries, and managing administrative tasks, all without keeping score of who does more. The post emphasizes it's the lessons learned in putting each other's welfare first that matters.