Marriage is a divine conspiracy. God takes two outrageously different people – from gender, background & upbringing, strengths & weaknesses, to likes & dislikes, personality & temperament – and throws them together in a magnificently wild adventure; a “love story set in the midst of war”. “Our mutual brokenness plays off each other so perfectly that it is frightening. It’s… Read More
Say It in Style
Here are some spiffy shirts I designed a while back, for a sweet friend I’ve never met {isn’t it amazing how you can feel so connected to someone you’ve never met?!?}, inspired by the passage in Mark {10:7-9} where Jesus explains, “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife,and the two… Read More
We’re Back!
and as socially challenged as ever! Well, not really. We did in fact leave our beautiful little room at the Weathervane Inn {which you’ll see more pictures of soon. Whether you want to or not}. Some highlights from our delicious 51 hours away together include: 4 solid hours of car time without so much as a second of “The Wheels… Read More
The Story of Us
If you’ve sat in our living room and looked out our bay window, you have most likely spotted them; 3 exquisitely unique sculptures that tell the story of “us”. Meticulously crafted from chucks of black soapstone and serpentine, and gathered from 3 completely different places at different stages of our journey, these sculptures depict the progression of our lives. A… Read More
Marital Advice from a Wood Sprite
A friend gave us a little painted sculpture of German Wood Sprites as a house warming gift. I smiled and did the courteous “thank you” routine, quietly dismissing it as something more “cutesy” than I’m into, and set about {mentally} finding a home for it. The patch of grass out back…behind the man-cave, maybe? I had no clue – in… Read More
Shower Talk
I do a lot of thinking and praying and processing in the shower. And on the loo. But seeing you didn’t care to know the latter, we’ll just hop back to the shower part. In my effort to get more intentional about prayer – more specifically, praying for people other than myself and my immediate needs {so selfless, eh?} –… Read More
Smitty + Smile = Smitten {or Something}
8 years ago today, I was working a Michael W. Smith/Lincoln Brewster concert at the Fowlerville Fair. I was 21. Single. And heavily under construction. My life had been a train wreck. With a failed engagement, and more baggage than the Metro Airport could dream of processing, under my belt, I was working through some painful consequences for foolish decisions… Read More
