Somewhere I must have stopped praying for a husband because when I caught myself pleading with God, recently, it felt as though I had regressed. It was all at once as though my faith was stronger because I was taking it to Him, but weaker that I wasn’t believing that He was enough. What is... Continue Reading →
An Adulterous Heart
I have to confess that I am in the middle of reading The Hunger Games books. It has been a while since I have read any fiction, and I am beginning to think that it isn’t good for me. The problem is that even a little bit of romance can stir up longings within me.... Continue Reading →
The Real Prescription
I have had to power through some melancholy this week, which is nothing new. I have learned that my depression is fed by a self-focused state of mind. I was focused on me, again. In the midst of feeling down, I suddenly caught myself singing a Twila Paris song, “I will delight my heart in... Continue Reading →
Romance Isn’t Dead. . .
I am an introspective kind of person, so in the past month, as I’ve struggled to ‘take every thought captive’ (2 Cor. 10:5) I have also tried to figure out why I am having a thought problem at all. It feels as though it cropped up randomly, during a time when I had been feeling... Continue Reading →
Skipping the Appetizers
I don’t suppose there is a greater compliment in this life than being sought after by someone of the opposite sex. Isn’t that the heart of real romance, being sought? Hollywood wants to make romance equivalent to lust. Being desired in that way may be flattering, at times, but it is no compliment to the... Continue Reading →
What Am I Forgetting?
I had a week off from work, and I spent some time with my family. I returned home feeling at loose ends. I turned on my desktop computer and it began making a loud noise. Almost instantly, anxiety welled in my gut. I complained to God: Lord, I know that I need to plan on getting... Continue Reading →