My husband and I have been married for more than half a year now. Before that, we were in a courtship for just over two years. Most of that time was spent struggling with a sin we were deeply ashamed of and which few knew about, save for the closest of friends and a church […]
One morning, our helper overheard and misunderstood a conversation I had with my husband. As a result, she was cold to me the entire morning, upset with what I had shared with my husband. She thought that I was complaining about her behind her back.
I find making New Year’s resolutions a bit of a chore, mainly because my lists are predictable and I would have broken most of my good intentions by the end of January.
But the start of a new year is always good for fresh beginnings, and I’m determined that 2020 will be different!
In the past year, I’ve come to a new resolution that has been shaping the end of my 2019 and that I hope will shape my 2020: I want to reduce the amount of waste I produce.
I don’t know the exact timing, but some five years ago I began my long, draining battle with depression and anxiety disorders.
The seasons since have fluctuated in ferocity and been riddled with counselor meetings, psychiatric appointments, medications, and even suicidal urges.