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It's easy to keep our struggles to ourselves and sometimes it feels as if everyone else has it together. But, sharing our stories—even the hard ones, especially the hard ones—is what makes the difficult times in life more bearable!
It's easy to keep our struggles to ourselves and sometimes it feels as if everyone else has it together. But, sharing our stories—even the hard ones, especially the hard ones—is what makes the difficult times in life more bearable!
Our marriages matter. In the midst of the mundane and all our to-dos, we can easily forget that they must be protected... but what we must guard against may surprise you!
I was sitting in a hotel room on a king-sized bed at a conference.
I was sitting there alone, not minding being alone, wishing that I missed him.
Wishing I missed the man I’d been married to for eleven years and forgetting what the touch of his hand felt like. His calloused, farm-boy hand, the one that found me across the duvet those three years I relapsed into anorexia and sleeping pills, the one which fed me ice chips as I birthed two miracle boys, the one which always gave me the first strawberry of the season from our garden.
And I crawled onto the king-sized mattress then, stretched out across the miles of bed and cried.
t’s hunting season here in Montana, which means the men in this family are pouring over maps and pulling out camo. Saturday night my husband and his brother headed out, going east for a scouting trip. This wasn’t a big deal for us, but it was hard for my brother-in-law to leave his wife and three young boys alone for Sunday.
Twenty-four hours is a long time when a woman is parenting little kids by herself.
A really, really long time.
