Jesus wasn't excepting nor wanting me to be perfect in the way I thought of perfect. My version of perfection is a pedestal, a level that no one can reach where their body is impeccable, their academic record is flawless, and their personal life is unblemished. But Jesus Himself was battered and bruised, considered stupid by the religious leaders of the day, and had drama in His personal life.
I don't know about you, but graduations, wedding showers, bachelorette parties, weddings, baby showers, and baptisms throw a giant wrench into my very tight budget. I love celebrating my friends and family. I love congratulating those I love on the milestones they are experiencing. Yet I also love not to eating Ramen noodle. I tried… Continue reading Budget-Friendly Off-Registry Gifts 101 (+ printables)
We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.
Thanks, Bachelorette, of all the things possible for re-teaching me that how I act as a single person is important for my marriage.
It's not for the gaping wound of pride but for the small cuts and scrapes of pride that I need to have regular check-ups with the Divine Physician.
"The task of medicine is to care even when it cannot cure."
Unfortunately, most of the pressure to measure my success by my romantic relationships comes from within Christian circles. We have unwittingly adopted a theology of prosperity when truly our collective Christian creeds teach a theology of accompaniment.