For six years, I'd been living with a constant tension between what I thought marriage was from my own experience and what I wanted marriage to be. I assumed marriage was hard- for everyone, therefore I subconsciously looked for evidence that proved my assumption.

She asked "Why aren't you wearing any flip flops in here? You're going to get a fungus! And it's easier to carry all your stuff with a shower caddy." I responded, "I don't have money for those things." And she said, "It's like less than ten dollars where you work." I was too embarrassed to respond so I didn't. I just thought to myself, it's either a shower caddy or ez mac.

I was on fire for Jesus. I believed that if Heaven was real, and Hell was for eternity, it was my responsibility to tell as many people as possible about Jesus. I couldn't bear the idea that they may burn in Hell.

The Cost of Trying to Do Everything Perfectly From the moment you wake up, you’re already managing the day. You have your coffee in one hand, your checklist in the other. Getting kids up, fed, dressed, and out the door. Trying to take care of yourself somewhere in between… if there’s time. Then work.. emails, appointments, problem-solving, staying “on.” Maybe skipping lunch. Maybe calling it a handful of snacks between tasks. Then it all starts again. Pick-ups, homework, dinn