I Bow My Work

I Bow My Work

Laborare est orare; orare est laborare. My Latin days come flooding into my memory: three years of verb tenses and vocabulary. Latin has a way of describing thoughts that make them instantly more profound. But in those years of high school translation, I never came...
I Bow My Waiting

I Bow My Waiting

There are so many seasons of waiting. When I was single, much of the waiting conversation revolved around finding a spouse. But after being married for six years, I’ve seen clearly that waiting is required of us in every single stage of life. Waiting is...
The Covenant That Kept Us

The Covenant That Kept Us

How do you talk about the goodness of marriage and still be honest about the hard? I ask this question at the eve of February 1st each year. As I re-read each year’s blog post, written on our anniversary, I see the goodness I took away; I see the little steps to...
Ten Years with God

Ten Years with God

Ten years passed in a blink and I almost missed it. I didn’t realize it was a turning of the page, a gentle leaning into a new decade, until an Instagram post stopped me mid-scroll. Ten years. In 2010, I was turning twenty years old, just returned home from...