I think I learned a few priceless lessons from my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad morning. Hopefully I’ll get me expectations in check by Christmas.
if we are going to be mature adults, both emotionally and relationally, then we have to come to peace with our own fathers.
Processing our anger in a healthy way is asking God to show us who shares responsibility for all that’s happened to us and the choices we’ve made.
My husband and I decided to implement in our family what he and I had each done on our own for years: choose a word of the year. We ended up with four.
Dads, you know you love your daughter. But you might be surprised at how much she needs to hear it.
Jared and I drifted apart in the months after our son Dillon was born. It wasn’t subtle. We saw it. Felt it. Watched it happen.