(Okay, those of you who know me personally: thou shalt not laugh.)
I used to think I was a perfectionist.
(Okay, those of you who know me personally: thou shalt not laugh.)
I used to think I was a perfectionist.
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At first, I thought she cheated my son.
But when, yielding to my call, she trudged back up the steep grade of our hill, my frustration softened. Her wide black eyes slid up to mine, her forehead glimmering in sweat. Her faded, two-sizes-too-large men’s T-shirt was pocked with holes. She must have been walking nearly the entirety of the morning in those foam shower slippers with the toes long gone and sizeable gaps in their soles. She was thirteen, though looked all of eleven.
It was about a year and a half ago when circumstances colliding around my husband and I found us ducking for cover.
But thankfully, by the grace of God and with a lot of intentional effort, ducking together. Somehow, after it all blew over, we were more “married” than ever before.
Today, I’m posting again at Marriage Revolution, this time on 12 Ways to Stay Close When the Going Gets Rough.
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