Three in One: Things to Remember

I have heard so many times that my honeymoon will be the best part of my marriage until we tough out eight, ten, fourteen or more years when it will be like we are back on in Yellowstone eating brownies out of the pan, watching Zombie movies because we are so tired. Our honeymoon was pretty awesome, but I have a thought.

It would be sad if the most exciting and best bits of marriage happen in the first two week. 

E and I signed up for an adventure and the thing about adventures is that at some point you will both be pretty sure its going to kill you.

I have learned that it is more important to have a happy husband than a clean house. I need to let go. 

Let go of my pride and determination to be the best wife. But a wife isn’t about scrubbed floors and immaculate organization in under a month at the risk of my sanity.

But it does mean enjoying everyday beauty, the wonder of being a wife. The joy of creating my own home with the love of my life. Reading, talking life slowly, not rushing through every new experience.

Planning my own garden

Garlic Growing; Roots Showing

Enjoying the creativity of living in a small space and starting small things.

Learning to live everyday in grace, given and received, mostly received.

Grace, covering up the flaws and imperfections.

Love, growing and deepening as we forgive each other.




This morning I woke up at 5:03 with a rather rotund cat wrapped around my legs. I rolled over and nearly fell off the air mattress.

I got up showered and ran laundry, texted my fiancé and made tea. Then I blow dried my hair – the plot thickens as my hair achieves artful volume.

It is February 22, 2014.

I am getting married today.

I am completely calm.

Given, I am inordinately excited, but there are no nerves.

I tried analyzing this and realized I should just enjoy it because right around the time that the photographer gets here and the make up and hair ladies have there way with me – I will be a frazzled mess.

Off to eat a good breakfast, journal, and maybe do yoga…

I have way too much time.

My last post as…


One Week More

The boxes are packed, the RSVPs have been received, and there are just a few details left… well, more than a few, but that is what delegation is for.

One more week…

One more week of sisters laughing and squealing when I’m trying to sleep.

Another week of wedding details and dress checking and writing down every person and every gift…

One more week until it all calms down, but I won’t be here.

Isn’t that a strange thought? I won’t be cleaning up plates and piling gifts into someones car at the end of next Saturday.

It’s my turn to wear white and confess my love and commitment in front of the hundreds gathered to witnesses it.

M and I will begin our life long journey together, a reflection of the relationship with Christ we both have.

It makes me think of an old story where a rabbit is loved by a child and the rabbit helps the child live. If toys talked,

“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.
‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

Being Real to another, through life’s struggles and hurts, and the flaws and pains each of us carry.

One more week,




Finding My Christmas Cheer

On Christmas Eve I was still being Scroogy, not ready for Christmas, not wanting the stress of it, but that all changed with one phone call. My best friend called to say she got engaged. That night I had not one, but four of the girls who left and went off to college back. I grew up with these girls and missed them so much. I realized at the end of that night, I had been grieving the loss of the people I love this Christmas. The thing was the five that were there reminded me of how much I do have and that even though they may be moving on, they will always be there for me and love me. Christ is so good to me.

I was given a retelling of Pilgrim’s Progress by my younger sister early the next morning and I read all the way to where Christian reaches the Valley of the Shadow of Death, a long valley filled with traps and snares, voices saying every sin he has committed, and the evils of the world surrounding him. In the original book he went through alone, but in the retelling he had a friend. As he pulled through he was swarmed by the demons of his thoughts pushing and pulling him towards the edge of the path. Tiny pieces of marsh mud entangled him and tried to make him fall and he had no light. He turned to his companion and grabbed her hand to remind him of the truth of who he was in Christ and what their purpose was. It reminded me of our need for other believers support and accountability.

By the end of yesterday I was a maid of honor, surrounded by people I love, and who love God. Christmas cheer was found.


– W

26 Random Acts of Kindness

It is so easy to respond with evil for evil, but Jesus had a lot to say about giving cloaks and turning cheeks. By Dawn GulerThe one that seems to stick out the most is the “Golden Rule” of Matthew 7:12, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

This is the challenge I hope we will all make a habit in the next few weeks as our nation grieves for those who died at Sandy Hook.

26 Random Acts of Kindness, one in honor of each of the lives lost.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but talk is cheap, so instead my goal is to share the love of Christ and his overwhelming kindness to those that I can. I hope you join me.

The form at the bottom has the name of each woman and child who died. As you do these acts think of the families and cover them in prayer.


Sandy Hook Elementary

Christmas: Hope and Darkness

133 people died because of Hurricane Sandy

Virginia Tech – 32 killed; 17 injured

Columbine – 12 killed; 21 injured

Colorado Cinema – 12 killed; 50 injured

Sandy Hook Elementary – 26 killed

According to the CDC 16,799 murders occurred last year and 1.8 million people called 911 for assault.

Another 1.8 million children and adults died of HIV/AIDs last year.

Two thousand years ago people were being killed, tortured, enslaved, hurt, and full of despair. Life hurts so much sometimes. It is full of grief and pain, but Christmas is a time to notice the wonderful things that have been given to us. The biggest and most wonderful gift of all was Jesus, the sacrifice, who came to die.

In all of the events of the last couple weeks, nationally and personally, I have been left to think about whether it is even worth dealing with Christmas this year.

Sixteen six year olds were murdered a couple days ago and my to do list involves party decorations and Christmas music. I have been thinking about the grief of the women in Bethlehem after their babies were killed. Celebration is the last thing I want to be a part of, but Christmas is about hope in a dark place. Jesus came to save the world and that is worth celebrating not in spite of the circumstances, but soberly aware.

As long as Christ is my center, I can see the horrible things in this world in light of the grace and love of Christ.

And in despair I bowed my head:
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men.”



People put so much stock in circumstance and other people’s actions.

Last night all I heard were complaints, anger, frustration, and some words that can never be taken back.

Do you know the worst part? Two family friends found out they had cancer and one was given a month to live.

Yes, a man with poor rhetoric, worse lies, and poor reasoning skills was made the leader of the free world, but God is still the ruler of the universe and there is a purpose and plan for all of this.

Even if the world does have to put up with his shenanigans for the next four years, my sisters will still make me laugh, my parents will be my sounding boards, and I will always be there for them. The fact is I can be ticked about something that I have no control over or I can be thankful for what I do have and be responsible for those things.

Yes, times may be getting a little difficult, but I have my family and together we will be alright.