Many years back, I was excited to attend a certain event with my husband. It was sure to be a fun evening with only adults. No matter how much I loved my children, I desperately needed to be in the company of people who didn't need assistance when they went to the bathroom.

I had just the right outfit picked out for the evening. I knew the color of my blouse would enhance my baby blues. My...

Hope.

An expectation of obtainment. To expect with confidence.

I hope that I get that promotion.

I hope that my children don’t get hurt.

I hope that I find an amazing man to marry.

Everybody hopes in something. For something. If they say they don’t, they’re lyin’.

Just sayin’.

I hoped that one day I’d find my knight in shining armor. I didn’t know when he’d arrive on my doorstep so while I...

When you hear a mother say that her adult son is an alcoholic, you feel for her and tell her that her son will “be in your prayers”. When a father shares that his teenage daughter is strung out on drugs, many offer hope and help to him and even say they have experienced something similar with their own child. But try mentioning that your husband struggles with pornography and see what you get....

If you have ever been in bondage to a particular sin or even a lifestyle of sin, you’ve probably said, “I hate that I do this”, right? Even though we may pledge to “never do that again” we often find ourselves right back doing this “sin” within the next week, day or even hour. It’s got its grip on us so tight that we feel smothered like we would if we were wearing a winter jacket in 110˚...

There are days in my life where I feel such an overwhelming sense of my flesh. If I'm being honest, I am disturbed at just how much I cater to its desires. I find myself choosing to do things that have no eternal significance when I could be making a difference in someone's life. Or the most popular way I do this is by eating too much of the not so good stuff and not enough of the good stuff....

I have a friend named Michael.

He’s a friend to my husband, Chris, and me. We met Michael 16 years ago before he got married to our dear friend, Ali. Even though many interstate highways and state lines have separated our families over the years, we’ve remained friends.

Michael and I have a unique friendship. When our paths cross, we typically pick on each other kind of like a brother and...

Not to me, but to Suzanne*.

I don't know her but I got an email recently that said this:

please pray for me. my husband just confessed his affair to me. we're in ministry. i'm dying over this.

I'm heavier than normal over this. To be real honest, this was the 6th or 7th email I had gotten over a 7-day period. I get pretty used to these types of emails and have even gotten the "oh it's...

My husband has been walking in freedom from his pornography addiction for going on 10 years.

(C’mon now. That’s deserves a shout out.)

He’s different now than he was during his continued season of self-gratification. There’s no shame in his posture. There’s no defensiveness in his conversation. And the hunger I see in his eyes is for the things of God.

And that’s just plain sexy.

But I...

I've rented two movies over the last week or so. We were fairly disappointed because both of them included infidelity. And it's not just because we hate infidelity (which we do) and hate how it hurts the heart of God (which it does) and hate how it ruins marriages (which it has). We hate how it is glamorized by film makers. Very sad.

I've always been disturbed when I hear someone say...

There is a worshiper inside me.  To the core of my very being. Some songs cause me to jump up and down and raise my hands in the air when I'm driving down the road in my car.  Others are more subtle and oftentimes I just sit and allow the lyrics to pour over me. And there are a handful of songs that I just get tired of hearing even though they are about Jesus.

(Just being honest.) (Don't...