Sometimes I stray real far from where I want to be, from where I know I ought to be. Some days, I don’t look like a Christian at all. Sometimes I wonder whether I really have changed. Life, every day, is a series of decisions that lead me toward or away from God; sometimes I …
I saw The Time Traveler’s Wife this weekend. Having read the book and loved it, and knowing that Rachel McAdams (for whom I have a soft spot) was playing the eponymous heroine, I was definitely looking forward to the movie. Coming in, I’d heard a couple of mixed reviews, saying that there wasn’t all that …
On July 27, 1968, my parents got married. As one of my models of marriage, I’ve seen from them what it looks like to choose to love, to choose to sacrifice for the other, and above all, to choose to trust God. I know that they remain firm in the belief that everything good (including …
Years ago, when times were more simple … A boy. A girl. Butterflies. Hearts skipping beats. Knees weak. Breaths catching. A kiss.
Guess who wrote this: A glimmer that danced across her round, dark eyes whenever I looked at her, the slightest hint of uncertainty, as if, deep inside, she knew how fragile things really were, and that if she ever let go, even for a moment, all her plans might quickly unravel. That touched me somehow, …