It’s a weird thing to attend a funeral of a young person. Young is relative, of course. In this instance, young is not much older than I am. Young is the parent of not-yet-teenagers. Young is that weird place between being an adult and having a family of one’s own, but still very much being daughter and sister first or at least in equal force to wife and mom. It might have been a sad time in that space, and maybe it should have been under the circumstances. But what I heard and felt seemed full of certainty and faith. Continue reading
This weekend, Dave and I went to a marriage seminar organized by some friends of mine from the Church at Lake Travis. A pastor friend of theirs from Alabama spoke about marriage. It’s hard to summarize all that he said, but what I walked away with is that marriage is an opportunity and an obligation to love another unconditionally. Marriages work when people decide to stick with them. That second statement seems obvious, but it’s true, right? If people quit, the marriage is done. But if they stick with it, even when it’s hard, then there’s a chance that things will get better. This workshop really hit home with me in a way that convicted me to apologize to Dave about various things I’d said and done or not done in the last month. Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I wrote about a book I was reading. It was Interrupted, When Jesus Wrecks Your Comfortable Christianity by Jen Hatmaker. I wrote:
I feel like I’m on the verge of something huge that will be the hardest thing I’ve ever done and the best thing I’ve ever done. That’s what Africa felt like to me, but this feels bigger. It feels bigger than climbing a mountain or finishing a race. I don’t know yet precisely what it is, but I know that it’ll be more huge and more difficult and more rewarding all at the same time. This book is somewhat about that experience for Jen.
When I wrote that post on July 25, I knew Dave was on the verge of moving from Iowa to Texas to be with me. What I didn’t know was that he would propose on August 2. I’m guessing that the huge, difficult and rewarding thing that I was anticipating is my marriage. Perhaps? Continue reading