Six Ways Parents Destroy...
My Husband is a Calvinist
Mike advises a confused reader whose husband has become a Calvinist. Spoiler alert: their marital problem is not one of doctrinal differences.
The Boys of Boston Shall Lead Us
Through a study done in the 1970s, we learned the single most determining factor in how to have a happy life.
To Train Up a Visionary?
A reader asks: how can I encourage my Visionary husband to focus his creative abilities when doing anything steady is an almost repulsive idea?
Blessings
If I had my life to live over again, knowing all that I know now, I would do many things differently; but having lived in the blessings of God, I cannot imagine being more blessed or having any more joy and satisfaction out of life.
The Most Gracious Miss Grace
Miss Grace lived in a tiny apartment adjoining my grandmother’s big rambling home. I remember many times sitting at her small, fold-down table having a cup of tea from one of her tiny tea cups.
Instilling Hope
There are no expectations in life that are worth taking away a child’s hope. Reading, writing, and arithmetic are foolish endeavors compared to eternal joys, thanksgiving, hope, and charity.
Nagging Wives and Hurtful Husbands
“I struggle with being a nagging wife. I have been married seven years, and it seems we fight a lot more than we used to. how can I stop nagging?”
Married to a Visionary
When I was a young girl, most of the examples of good marriages in my life—my parents, my grandparents, a close aunt and uncle—were of women married to Steady men. So naturally, that’s how I envisioned my own would be. I didn’t know what I was getting when I got a classic Visionary.
From Mr. Steady’s Wife
I am married to a Mr. Steady. He is sweet, loving, patient, and good to me. Is there such a thing as Mrs. Command Lady? If so, that’s me. But this command lady is learning that everything about our marriage is better when Mr. Steady is in control.
Psalm 107 to Heal Depression
The painting you see above was painted when I was about 20 years old, when I came to see that God was dwelling in my heart and driving out the darkness and shame bit by bit. It was in the form of a daisy I picked one day. My center was a glowing sun with the brightness of the glory of God, but each petal withered and dying. Then I saw myself planted in his life-giving waters. Suddenly there was life in the petals and each one became pure white.
