I’ve been participating in a fitness challenge at a gym nearby. I thought it would be kind of a fun motivation to get in shape. It is a point system, and you can win points in all different ways, from general attendance to keeping a food journal.
I walked into our bedroom late one night at the end of a very busy, long week…and there it was. The pile of laundry that had been slowly growing for several days now loomed in front of me like an insurmountable summit of shirts and socks and towels.
There is an interstate here in Colorado that I really dislike driving on. It is busy almost all the time, and is known for its bad accidents. One day as I was driving on a particularly busy stretch of this road, I noticed the car next to me was getting dangerously close.
One evening recently I went out onto our front porch to water the hanging plants. I had forgotten to do it the day before, but figured they were probably okay. When I caught my first glimpse of them, I was somewhat surprised to see them looking dangerously wilted and dry.
My husband Judah and I have a beautiful and unique love story. In short, we met in Mongolia when we were 12 years old, where both of our families were missionaries, started a long distance relationship when we were 17, and after two and a half years of crossing the pacific ocean every six months to see each other,
I absolutely love this time of the year, watching fall turn into winter. It is such a peaceful season. Even November (which one of my favorite fictional characters, Anne of Green Gables, named the ugliest month of the year) has something quite still and beautiful about it. And I have always enjoyed the holiday season with the white lights, candles, and pine wreaths.
This past fall we were up in the mountains with my family for a mini-vacation. While we were walking around in the adorable mountain town browsing the quaint little shops, my dad came across something he really liked. Now, my dad is the most amazing gift-giver I have ever met, but it is very hard to buy things for him. So when I had a chance, I snuck back to the shop to purchase the item for him.
I’m sure each one of us can think of someone, either past or present, that has been seen as unlikeable for one reason or another. And if not by us, then by others. Maybe it’s their personality, habits, demeanor … or maybe they are downright rude and inconsiderate of those around them.
Conflict is a natural and normal growing pain of any maturing relationship. When two people— often two very different people—live together as husband and wife, differences and opposing opinions are bound to poke their heads out at some point. Conflict is not a problem, nor is it a sin. The way we settle it, however, can quickly become both if we allow the flesh to be in charge.
Recently, my husband asked me how I was doing, and I responded, “I’m ok.” “Just ok?,” he replied. “Yeah, I’m just feeling kind of… ‘blah’ today.”There was nothing really wrong… I had had a fairly smooth, productive day with no major mishaps or baby messes. Yet, something just didn’t feel quite right.