"I feel like seventy-five percent of my relationships are stressful right now," I admitted to Will as I watched his skilled fingers smooth wood filler into the nail holes of the cabinet he was making for me.While Will's hands shaped the cabinet-wood, he listened to me in his gentle and wise way. He didn't try …
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Submission—Weapon of Warfare or Tool of Orderliness and Stability? by Sharon Graber Carpenter
Have you ever contemplated walking into a battlefield carrying an umbrella? Would you feel safer carrying an umbrella or wearing body armor if you knew there was a formidable enemy wishing to destroy you? Why the ludicrous comparison of umbrellas and body armor? Both have specific purposes and can be used for physical protection. The …
Fourteen Years, and Three Things I Am Learning
Last weekend I came home from a long shift at the hospital to find Will bent over the toilet with a cleaning brush. My heart jumped. "I don't deserve a husband like him," I thought. Will has always been a willing participant of household chores, and while I am home more than he is thus …
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For Women Who Sacrifice For Their Husband’s Calling
For as long as I can remember, my dad has flown all over the nation with a very full teaching schedule. He loves public speaking, and thrives on the personal interactions along the way. Nothing makes him as expansive and happy as giving a well-done lecture, and meeting lots of people in the process. Mom, …
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For Christian Women Whose Husbands Work Too Much
Few things hurt my heart as much as hearing these statements from sad housewives: "I feel like a widow." "I'm practically raising my children myself, and I am so lonely." "My husband works long hours. When he is home, he is busy with his hobbies and things and doesn't have time for the family." The …
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My Love Story
“I don't like squishy food,” I said, over my first meal in the dining room at Calvary Bible School. “When I was a little girl, I once sat at the table for over two hours refusing to eat my soup. The soup had horrible slimy lumps in it that made me feel like choking.” Will, …
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