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Flying Underwear: A Lesson in Respect
In 36 years of marriage, I can count on one hand the number of fights my husband and I have had. Yet, two of those were sparked by my attempts to organize him. Early in our marriage, the clutter of papers scattered around our small living spaces began to irk me. I’m not Mrs. Fastidious, but the mess bugged me. Bobby, my husband, didn’t have an office back then and often worked from a corner of our living room. We disagreed over the value of form versus function—he saw empty flat surfaces as storage spaces, while I envisioned them adorned sparingly with pretty decor. To give you a bit more…
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It’s Easter Every Day
I smiled a secret smile as our morning unfolded, following our familiar rhythm — the usual pattern of our fun and funny conversations as we prepared for our workday. It’s a tight schedule. It’s so tight that Bobby knows by the minute when we’re behind. I’m often the truant getting us off track, sometimes by pulling him into the living room for a dance. But mostly because I hit the snooze button. I make the breakfast. Bobby makes the coffee. He lays the plates and silverware on the counter, and I load them up. Bobby picks up my plate and my coffee. Then he heads to the Family Room. I…
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The Unforced Rhythms of Grace
If you’re following along, you might know about Sacred Saturdays. They evolved from my husband’s and my need to hold time aside just for us. The time that has worked best is Saturday mornings. The name came later as we realized just what this time means to us and what it has contributed to our relationship. “Sacred” in the name does not mean that we do something specifically related to God every time, although we sometimes do. It means that this time is a priority and it’s special. I explain how it came about and what we do on these mornings in the original story. We’ve been doing Sacred Saturdays…
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Dancing Through Life: Love, Theology, and Togetherness
Most people know my husband as a Champion Race Car Driver. But he has also served as a Corporate Chaplain. To serve his colleagues better, he took a course, Introduction to Theology, at Trinity Divinity School. We were both very excited about it. He texted me the day he started reading his textbook. He said “My mind is bending. I’ve read 16 words so far that I never heard before.” Then on his first day of class, he texted “Everyone should study Theology!” The day he took his mid-term exam, I knew I would hear about his grade on his first break. I did. Here’s the message: When he…
