The first time my husband and I moved was two days after our honeymoon. We loaded up a trailer with our wedding gifts and other odds and ends and set off to drive three hours to where Derek had lived. We picked up another load of stuff and headed another three hours to our new…
We had this taxidermist friend, well, more of an acquaintance, really. Years ago Bill pastored a church that met in a crumbling old Gothic Revival building on Main Street in a small Pennsylvania town. The white Victorian next door to the church was too big to be someone’s private home—especially in our town—but too homey…
I sipped my latte and patted myself on the back with an invisible hand. I must be a more mature Christian, I thought. “I taped it to my bathroom mirror,” Elly continued. “I titled it, ‘No Compromise.’ Do you want to hear it?” Without waiting for my answer, Elly launched into a list of the…
When I was a newly wed, my in-laws gave my husband and I a journal. You see, every month they did what they called a “Special Event.” Each one took a turn to plan a special date or event to do with the other. They encouraged us to begin this tradition as well and write…
Getting married carries its own risks and rewards. Bringing two individuals into a life-long covenant relationship truly requires God-size love and faith. Having been through an unwanted and very painful divorce, the idea of getting married again was that much more of a risk for me. Now I had two young daughters to consider in…
