On Monday, the Lord took away all of Little Wife’s cravings for drinking white wine, pink wine, red wine and everything else she drank for years. She looked at the bottles of wine and felt nothing for them, no desire, no anticipation, no comfort, not even a passing interest. She did not tell Big Man….
Little Wife peeked quickly at her phone on the countertop as she prepared breakfast for Big Man. There was a message from a friend who she was not supposed to have any contact with. Big Man had warned her not to communicate with her or there would be serious consequences. The message simply read, “Turn…
Little Wife was looking in the old photo album the other day. She usually loved to look at the pictures of when she and her friends were young children and teenagers. What fun they had together, playing and running and riding their bikes and building tree houses in the woods with the other children and…
I’ve been thinking much about justice this week. I’ve encountered the justice system in two separate counties of Illinois and found great differences in how abused women were heard and helped. There does not seem to be a standard of justice when it comes to domestic abuse. Often it comes down to “he said, she…
Once upon a time, when Little Wife was married to her first husband Freddie, they decided that they should be going to church with their many beautiful children. It’s just not easy raising a family these days, and Freddie agreed that they should find a nice church so that the kids would grow up knowing…
Little Wife wasn’t always little. She remembered a day when she stood tall, slim and proud in her lacy Victorian wedding dress. She remembered being pretty and funny, clever and smart. She was confident in herself and sure of her plans. All her hopes and dreams were coming true. If she had an idea, Little…
Little Wife crawled into the super-sized, California King-sized bed. Because the bed was pushed up snugly next to the wall, and the ceiling came down at an extremely sharp angle, she had to crawl into the bed from the bottom. Big Man was already dead asleep in the large bed, sprawled out on his back,…
En Espanol Te dejo por mi Has there ever been a time in your life where you’ve felt that you’ve lost who you are? Lost everything you’ve built. I mean, the dreams you once had are gone. The person who would stand up for herself exists no more. The mani-pedi self-care days have disappeared. The…
I Was Once a Pastor’s Wife Part 3 of 4 Una vez fui la esposa de un pastor Parte 4 de 4 What do you think of this story so far? How would you address the issues this young lady has shared? Here’s where we left off: “I” married him. I emphasized the “I” because…
Read Part 2 of 4 Una vez fui la esposa de un pastor Parte 3 de 4 _______________________________________________________________ Is there any hope for this young lady? https://www.focusministries1.org/blog/is-there-any-hope-for-me At the end of part 2, I asked a few questions… What do you think of this real-life story so far? How would you address the issues this…