When Daily Bread Goes Stale

Each morning they picked up their bread from the ground, for forty years. On a journey they weren’t expecting, impatient with God’s misdirection and seeming neglect, the Israelites harvested the honey-flavored wafers that fell like snow each morning with the dew. They’d never seen anything like it, which is how it got its name: manna,... Continue Reading →

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P.S. I Love You

Expectations can kill relationships. An unspoken bar is set; a vision of what perfection entails becomes what must be. When Josh and I were in our pre-marital counseling, one of the exercises we participated in was systematically laying out those expectations we held as we entered into marriage. Who would do what around the house?... Continue Reading →

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