I’m Not a Nag … Am I?

I’m Not a Nag … Am I?

I’ll never forget the first time my husband accused me of being a nag. To hear that word come out of his mouth was upsetting, even disturbing. In my newlywed mind, I thought I would never end up like that … and so soon after our wedding, too! I don’t want to nag; I...
Finding my ‘Boaz’

Finding my ‘Boaz’

When my husband, David, died in a terrible car accident in 2010, I grew close to my mother-in-law, Joy, who shared my grief, not only for her son, but for her own husband, who had died 30 years prior.  Our stories mirrored each other—both widowed in our 30s, having...
From Winter to Spring

From Winter to Spring

My young son, looking out the window at dark dead trees against a foggy gray sky, uttered this profound question, “What is it about winter that causes so many flowers to bloom in spring?” If a person visited earth in winter, he would have no idea that in a few short...