My husband and I make it a point to always kiss each other goodbye before we go our separate ways. At the front door, when he leaves for work and I’m holding a crying baby in one arm and a clingy toddler in the other—no matter what the circumstance—we kiss each other goodbye.
To my 25-year-old self,
It’s now been three years since you questioned why God wouldn’t give you a boyfriend.
Believe it or not, I’m now the girl you envy: the one with the boyfriend.
I was listening to one of my favorite Christian radio shows, and the topic that day was fear. I thought to myself, “I really don’t have a problem with fear,” but I listened anyway. Fast forward about 10 years . . . Now I can tell you about fear.
“Can you go to the supermarket now and buy a few bags of rice? Supply is depleting from the shelves!” my husband said, in a concerned manner.
It was the day major news outlets had just reported that Singapore’s Disease Outbreak Response System Condition (DORSCON) level had turned from yellow to orange.
My husband and I have been married for more than half a year now. Before that, we were in a courtship for just over two years. Most of that time was spent struggling with a sin we were deeply ashamed of and which few knew about, save for the closest of friends and a church […]