February is Teen Dating Violence Awareness Month. The problem of dating violence gets worse every year and we are thankful for the awareness that the government is giving to this devastating and sinful epidemic. And yes, I know that we …
As I was pondering the recent Little Wife story about how she tried to quit drinking as a new year resolution, I remembered my own problems with substances in the past. We don’t like to think about those times, do …
Little Wife set her empty wine glass on the kitchen table and gazed sadly out the window at the falling snow. The weak mid-January sunlight filtered through the cold clouds barely reaching the ground before dissolving into another gray afternoon. …
Some people LOVE roller coasters. They stand in long lines waiting to climb aboard. They crave the thrill of the ride –the anticipation as the car climbs that first long hill, the adrenaline rush as they reach the top of …
Have you ever been told that the things happening in your home are “figments of your imagination”? That’s not very validating, is it? Not very affirming. But that is what we hear sometimes when we actually get up the …
“I feel sorry for him. He had an abusive childhood.” “He said he’s sorry for hurting me and it’ll never happen again so I guess I will stay. I can forgive him one more time.” “I feel physically sick at …
“That was him, I know it was him,” Little Wife whispered to herself. She peeked into the rear view mirror of her rental car to catch another look at the car that had just passed her by. Big Man had …
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, …
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 …
Little Wife set her empty wine glass on the kitchen table and gazed sadly out the window at the falling snow. The weak mid-January sunlight filtered through the cold clouds barely reaching the ground before dissolving into another gray afternoon. …