Every time someone’s addiction wins I panic. I wonder how it happened. How long had it been “that bad”. How many people really knew how bad the struggle had been over the last few months. How long and how well … Continue reading
It’s often the smallest things that stop you in your tracks. The things that you don’t even think about and then you see something or hear something and all of a sudden you’re overcome with a memory…a moment…a season of … Continue reading
At this point, the number of years we’ve spent apart outnumber the years we’ve lived under the same roof. Despite that fact, I had never used the word “separated”. Anytime I would fill out forms…for the doctor…rehab…insurance…Job applications…anything…I always use … Continue reading
The first few days your husband starts rehab – it’s like the 5 stages of grief except you don’t get anytime to stay in any of the stages so you don’t get to process the feelings. All you get to … Continue reading
Two and a half years ago…I remember a time where I wasn’t always wondering when the next rug would be pulled out from under me. It was Thanksgiving. My youngest girl and I had gone to Ohio for the week. … Continue reading
Sometimes your loss and grief is so tied up in someone else’s choice – your pain is so intertwined with someone else’s story – so much so that when you try to move forward, your steps either make the other … Continue reading
I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, “Move from here to there,” and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you. Matthew 17:20 Mustard … Continue reading
Fear. The rock I put down at the marriage conference a brief 6 weeks ago. Only to pick back up a few short weeks later. Not unfounded. Unbearably heavy. June 3rd Day Zero June 4th Day One. Again. He’ll go … Continue reading
Texting has long been a life line between me and my husband. About a year ago our pastor recommended we stop talking texting each other all day and either pick up the phone and talk like with our voices and … Continue reading
Wednesday is trash pickup day around here. Taking the trash out is one of my least favorite household chores. Rob’s been doing it forever. I hadn’t taken it out in a couple of weeks. So it was a little piled … Continue reading
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