Do Something Already

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Every time I had a run in with him, I called her.  My business hero, my career mentor, my friend.  She always gave me great advice.  She made recommendations that actually worked!  She listened to my sob stories.  She was my shoulder to lean on.  She gave me confidence that I could handle whatever he threw my way.

“He” was someone at work who couldn’t stand me.  He looked for me to make mistakes and seemed to love to let everyone know about them.  He watched for opportunities to let me fail and gave me a piece of his mind every chance he had.  He complained.  He argued. He justified.  He drained me.  And I was his manager.

I would call her, and she would make it better.  She would give me pointers for things to say and do to encourage a better working relationship and performance.  She coached me, she held me accountable, she made me better.  She listened so well.

The one day, she said it.  It was a long time coming but it was still hard to hear:

“I’m done with the (insert name) situation,” she said.  “You need to either do something permanent about this, or stop talking about it.  I’m so over you about him.  Do something already!

Because I trusted and respected her, I didn’t get offended.  I received her words with a knot in my stomach knowing she was right.  I had to stop talking about it.  I had to stop complaining about him.  I had to quit my bad habit.  It was time to do something about it.

I guess I got lucky, because the very next week he quit.  He walked into my office and said it would be his last day.  End of story.

I was reminded of this particularly awkward time in my work history when I was journaling last week.  I wrote “I’ve been talking to you about this for years, Lord.  When are you going to show up?!  When are you going to do what I know is within your will and is what I believe you are calling me to do?  Why won’t you act?!”  And suddenly as soon as the words had hit the paper I realized that this thing that I’ve prayed for what seems like forever was suddenly like that person that I used to stress out about at work.  And maybe God was just like her, telling me to stop whining and talking about it and to just DO something already.

Sometimes God sweeps in, rescues by fire or wind or the parting of the red sea– and sometimes He gives us the authority to swim across the river.  It’s as if He’s whispering, “Do something already!”

There are some things in life that are not a mystery.  It is not a mystery that God wants you to tell the truth, remain faithful in your marriage (aka don’t cheat!), be generous, love your neighbor, etc…  The list can go on and on.  These are not mysteries.  These are God’s will. We can compare our SWAT analyses and we will always come back to the same result: these are God’s will.

Do something already.

Sometimes I pray and pray and pray, ask and ask and ask and I am like that man in that fable that is asking to be rescued.  The man looks up to heaven, seeing the rain pouring down and asks the Lord to save him from this horrible flood.  A fireman comes to the door and says he’s there to help evacuate the neighborhood, and would the man please let him escort him out.  The man replies, “I am waiting for the Lord to rescue me.”  So the fireman leaves, the man crawls up the roof as the water rises higher and higher, and a boat comes along to save him, but he tells the captain of the ship “the Lord’s a comin’!  He’s going to rescue me!”  A little while later, a helicopter comes and drops a ladder!  Again, the man looks up to the pilot and says, “The Lord is coming to rescue me!  Go on!”  Finally, the man drowns and he meets God in heaven and asks him, “Why didn’t you rescue me?”  God just chuckles and says “what did you think the fireman, the boat and the helicopter were?!”


Get on that boat, climb up the ladder and go with that fireman.  Do something!

I get it, Lord.

I know you want me to do something!

Now, please… In all honesty…  WHAT is it you want me to do?!

I am annoying myself just writing this post!  I’m impossible!  I pray God doesn’t give up on me and roll his eyes in frustration.  But I’m serious… I know He’s calling me to act but I’m not exactly sure where or how or what I should be doing.

I feel like that fourth grade girl playing softball at shortstop.  The ball flew my way and I knew I had to do something with it but I just didn’t know where to throw it.  If I threw it to home plate I could get a runner out possibly, but maybe I should just throw it to first base and get the hitter out.  Or maybe throw it to third?  So I did what any fourth grade girl who isn’t good at softball does.  I threw it at the fence and played it off like it slipped out of my hands in the wrong direction!

I knew I had to do something with that dang ball.  I heard people telling me to throw it to first, to home, to third!  I knew I had to do something already!  I just didn’t know exactly what was the best move so I threw the ball AT THE FENCE!

Lord God I do not want to keep throwing balls at the fence.  Oh please protect me from throwing my life at the proverbial fence!

Do something already, but please…  Not the fence.

When I am faced with the knowledge that I’ve got to get moving but I’m not sure what to do, I know I should do the thing in front of me so that at all costs I can avoid throwing my ball at the fence.  But it’s hard, I’m not gonna lie!

Do something already!

But what?! 🙂

Have you ever felt similar?  Have you ever felt called to act but not sure exactly what you should do?

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Stand Still, Stay Calm

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I am an avid runner. I run with vigor and can run long distances effortlessly. I have been running for so long, that instinctively, I lace up my shoes and hit the pavement whenever life becomes too much.

Some run marathons, others run for leisure, I however, am much more skilled in running from God. (Which let me tell you has far fewer perks and my quads don’t look nearly as svelte!)

My long distance ‘runs’ have consisted of two cross country moves after bad breakups.  I have spontaneously called off plans, missed flights, and aimlessly run from uncertain future’s, overwhelming fears, and even bible college. (…Yes, I ran away from Bible college, and no, I don’t regret it!)

I have also been known to run TO things: family, friends, the latest and greatest self-help book promising ‘102 Ways To Get Your Life Back On Track.’ Even, Google!

My running has taken me everywhere, and yet it has succeeded in getting me absolutely nowhere.

I noticed I was ‘running’ again when just days after my world was rocked I already had my bags packed to go home, and had already ordered the said ‘self-help book’ to arrive just in time for my flight (a book that later, would interestingly enough be thrown against the wall 3 pages in!)

Around that time I made a decision.

I picked up the book that had just met my living room wall, dusted off the cover and murmured apologies to the author as I tucked it out of reach, and into the back of my dresser.

I wouldn’t be needing it…

I wanted God himself to speak to me.

Though many before me have gone through what I am currently going through and possibly even have stories of victory that may be encouraging, while that book could have inspired me to write an especially doting review on Amazon (had I finished it )I wanted to hear HIM. For good or for bad, I almost demanded it!

And when He spoke I made a promise that I would take note of every. single. thing. that He said. (And in 40 days, he has only said one thing!)

One thing over and over…

Stand still.

Stay Calm.

The Lord will rescue YOU.

You may recognize this from the verse I used in a post earlier this year. “…Don’t be afraid. just stand still and watch the Lord rescue you today… The Lord himself will fight for you. Just stay calm.” Exodus 14:13

This verse speaks to the uncontrollable restlessness in my heart, the emotions that change on a whim and the desire deep within to bolt out the door, book the next flight and escape it all!

In those moments it’s something to hold onto, an answer to give the most lingering questions. A motto, if you will. And on a rough day, an ultimatum even.

…Stand still. Stay Calm. The Lord will rescue me…

When I need answers now, and my lack of guarantees has me wanting to run for the hills, I will stand still and wait.

When I have been left questioning every decision I have ever made, every lie I have endured…  when I can’t see out of this mess, and the odds are stacked against me… When I feel like I just can’t risk it because I am already treading water… I will stay calm.

Whether today gets better, or worse. Whether the answers we receive are the ones we have been longing for, or the ones we most dread, our God promises to rescue us today. Possibly even better, He promises when tomorrow comes, that He will rescue us then too! ( And the next day…and the next day… )

We need only stand still, and stay calm.

***As for my desire to run, I have decided to put it to better use and attempt a 5k this spring. I figure if I am even half as good as I am at running from God, then I will probably be twice as good as I think! 🙂

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And to KNOW…


Sometimes in the life days, the normal sacred nothing days– that’s when He speaks and says be still and know that I am God (Psalm 46:10).

It’s those days full of everything and nothing when I can’t seem to remember a thing I’ve done yet I’ve been ‘busy’ all day long… Those are the days He calls and beckons me to the hope of glory, Christ in me (Colossians 1:27).

The water dripping under the sink, the toilet that keeps running and the stove that won’t stop beeping unless I unplug it– the constant reminders of fixes that need to be done and calls that should be made…  This is when my spirit says give me direction Lord!  How much longer?  Give me clarity, show me the future!  Guide my steps and lead me!  And there in the dripping faucet He says in that still small voice to live is Christ (Philippians 1:21).

How many times have I asked him for the next thing, for the next move, for the next clue as to what I should do?

Where I should go, who I should talk to, why He allowed it, what I’m to say, where He’s leading…

Don’t get me wrong, all these things are good and noble.  I believe God does meet us in our asking, and often will direct our steps with specific answers.  He has done this many times for me!  I do, however, believe this is not the end all be all.  This is not what we are living for– that magical crystal globe that tells us what we should do, be, say or where to go.  This is not why God created us, this is not our purpose.

We are to know Christ.

As I return off the plane from the vacation of my dreams and am met with 21 degree weather biting at my nose, I look up and ask ‘how much longer?’.  I see Him theoretically smile and reply, be found in me, know me, gain me (Philippians 3:8-9).

I am to know Christ.

I don’t know how much longer my sweet little family will be in New Jersey.  If I am completely honest with you, it has been a long year and I am ready to move on.  I rejoice in knowing the Lord led us here, but often wonder why.  I have yet to make a strong network here like I did when we moved to Portland.  We have yet to feel completely connected at church.  We are inside most of these snowy days and worked hard and high into the night.  We seek direction and reasons and wonder at it all.  We pray for clarity and peace and joy.  We ask Him to lead and direct our steps, will He show up and be clear and go before us?  Will He give us the direction we so desperately desire?

And His answer is KNOW ME.

At first it didn’t even seem like an answer at all.  I asked again.


Perhaps I have been so caught up in the whirlwind of moving and settling and finding and discovering and waiting and wondering that I have forgotten I am to seek Him and find Him, seeking Him wholeheartedly (Jeremiah 29:13).  He is my end; He is my goal and prize (Philippians 3:12-14).  Not California, not warm weather, not my mama or my sister close by again…  He is my everything, and I am to know Him well.

To live is Christ (Philippians 1:21).

I want to know Christ (Philippians 3:10).

Christ is everything (1 Corinthians 15:27).

May we know Him better still, with each passing day.

God in my living, there in my breathing
God in my waking, God in my sleeping
God in my resting, there in my working
God in my thinking, God in my speaking

Be my everything, be my everything
Be my everything, be my everything

God in my hoping, there in my dreaming
God in my watching, God in my waiting
God in my laughing, there in my weeping
God in my hurting, God in my healing

Be my everything, be my everything
Be my everything, be my everything

Christ in me, Christ in me
Christ in me, the hope of glory
You are everything

~Tim Hughes, Everything

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God Is So Good Even When Life Isn’t (…He Blew My Flippin’ Mind!)


The ultimate prayer warrior stood before me. It seemed like her prayers always got answered, and whenever any of us needed some ‘extra help’ with the man upstairs, instinctively we always went to her. It’s like he heard her better, like after so many years of following him devotedly that she had earned some sort of special rewards program with God, where instead of a free pastry, she received blessing over every word she raised to him.

In her time she had prayed over lost library books, ‘boo-boo’s,’ and for favorable scores during standardized testing. She had fervently been on her knees after deaths, divorces, and amidst the most concerning health scares…

But today she wanted to know how she could pray for me!

“I just need an apartment… without mice” I noted.

My grandmother stared blankly at me. There was no denying I needed prayer for MUCH more than that, and she knew very well that my life had recently experienced a few ‘hiccups’ (that is to say, if ‘hiccups’ look more like violent convulsions in which one spontaneously foams at the mouth!) Even more, she knew that I desperately needed God to show up in my life, and that it would take much more than a mouse-less roof over my head!

But it was a start, and she humored me regardless, “What would you like this apartment to be like then?”

I smiled. Unfortunately this wasn’t McDonalds it was New York City. And while my heart might skip a beat for a glamorous apartment in a prime location, instead I pay a fortune for my one bedroom apartment above a Jewish Deli. An apartment where the heat and hot water stop working in the middle of a snow storm, the mice run ramped, and the landlord doesn’t call back.

“An elevator would be nice…” my mother chimed in.

I rolled my eyes while my grandma quickly scribbled the addition onto her sheet of paper. Nice, yes… likely in my budget, no!

“You want to be close to the store? Maybe have a nice view out your window?” My grandmother continued to question, jotting down each as she went, “Oh! You would love a nice kitchen wouldn’t you?”

My heart sank at the thought… I would LOVE a nice kitchen. My thoughts then flashed to my 19.8 Cubic ft. french door stainless steel refrigerator with automatic ice maker that I had back home…

I quickly snapped back to reality, wondering where they were going with this.

As I lifted my coffee mug to my mouth my mother continued, “…She definitely needs a two bedroom!”

I nearly spit my coffee out at the absurdity, knowing that a two bedroom would NEVER be something I could afford! Not in this city, and not by a long shot!

…But then God blew my flippin’ mind!

He blew Nehemiah’s mind too!

Nehemiah was a man who had just received news that the walls of Jerusalem had been destroyed, leaving the city unprotected and in ruins. He was a lot like us… discouraged, overwhelmed, and desperately in need of the Lord’s favor in his life.

And after many days weeping, Nehemiah decided to go and rebuild that which was broken. He knew he couldn’t do it on his own, and he cried out to God for help!

“O Lord, please hear my prayer! Listen to the prayers of those who delight in honoring you. Please grant me success today by making the king favorable to me…” Nehemiah 1:11

Nehemiah told God exactly what he needed (in his case the approval from the king to leave, and in mine, an apartment void of rodents!) And while he would have been content with just that, God had SO much more in store…

In the end, not only did the king grant his request, he also went as far to send officers to protect Nehemiah on his journey to Jerusalem.  Even further, Nehemiah was provided all the supplies needed to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem entirely, and even enough to build himself a house!

Nehemiah goes on to say that all of these blessings happened “… because the gracious hand of God was on me.” (vs.8)

Now if you are anything like me, you desperately need the gracious hand of God on you…

You look at the ruins that are left of your life, and momentarily question if it’s even possible to rebuild this kind of devastation.

You wonder, even if you knew God could, if your heart can sustain the brutal journey ahead.

I am with you…

Yet today we can rest in the comfort that our God will meet us in our hopelessness, the same way he did for Nehemiah. That He will himself, provide protection for the long journey ahead, and will supply everything needed to restore all that is broken.

This week I am happy to say that God met me in my circumstances and granted my sincere request for an apartment (WITHOUT MICE…)

Not only that but HE BLEW MY FLIPPIN’ MIND and gave me more than I could have ever hoped for when He provided: (*please note that I am screaming while I type this!!!)


–   With an ELEVATOR

–   Directly ACROSS THE STREET from the STORE

–   With a BALCONY (With the above picture as my VIEW)

–   And a beautiful kitchen complete with… are you ready for this?… a 19.8 CUBIC FT. FRENCH DOOR STAINLESS STEEL REFRIGERATOR COMPLETE WITH AUTOMATIC ICE MAKER!!!!!

No really, you can’t make this stuff up!

And while my new apartment doesn’t change my circumstances, I am reminded that the God who provided me with it, CAN!

That while I am still paralyzed in fear at the future, I can find comfort knowing that just like Nehemiah, God will provide everything that is needed to rebuild what is broken, and offer His unparalleled protection over my heart until then.

And maybe just maybe, there is a teeny tiny part of me that is curious to see what He has up His sleeve next…


… And it’s all because the ‘gracious hand of God was on me.’


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Something Beautiful


Today I fly on a plane to Europe. I. Am. So. Excited!!! I have never been to Paris before. I’m thrilled!

As I was packing, I couldn’t help but think about how grateful I am to be going on this vacation. As a stay at home mama, this is the stuff dreams are made of! Hotels, restaurants and a husband off work for two full weeks! A little bit of glamour to this snowy-filled monotonous winter is certainly welcomed. But then as I begin to put Maya’s wardrobe in the suitcase, I pause.


This mama stuff, this mundane… This is truly something beautiful.


The time she took my “pretties” and put on her make up just like mama… Okay maybe it wasn’t exactly like mama but it warmed my heart. It was nothing short of Something beautiful.

Those sleepless nights, her and me, hours that wove into the deepest parts of my heart; something beautiful.. I wouldn’t trade the circles under my eyes for those hours back.

This worn out body- tired arms from holding an almost two year old through the grocery store when she just wanted to be held, or sore back from constantly picking up those toys day after day. The way my stomach- albeit thin, will never look the same… Something beautiful.

From My Weary Heart To Yours

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I was shaken abruptly from my slumber. Just as quickly, the ‘seatbelt sign’ dinged on and the stewardess postponed  drink orders while the pilot made apologies in advanced for the bumps that lay ahead.

The woman next to me took a deep breath and tightly grasped the arm rest, I could almost hear her thoughts…

… Please Lord, I want to get married! …don’t take me now God! I want to have children!…

I smiled to myself, closed my eyes, and eased into the comfort of my seat. Not because I hadn’t felt the same way before, but because oh, how effective a little turbulence is at weighing the status of our lives.

And while my flight was nearly being jostled into oblivion, I realized…

I just don’t give a damn.

Take me now Lord Jesus!

You see, for the last two weeks that I have been MIA since writing ‘This Weary Heart of Mine,” I have started (and given up on) over 6 self-help books. I have also avoided exactly 11 phone calls, and avoided nearly the equivalent in panic attacks.

I have cried myself to sleep, raised my voice in a restaurant (Once again!) and have used my ‘labor breathing techniques’ to physically resist the urge to punch someone in the face.

I am numb, I am heartbroken, and I deeply regret the two strong margaritas that unfortunately did little more than give me a headache and give my husband a piece of my mind (further explaining the said “raised voice in a restaurant”) 

And the truth is, I am in a dark place.

So dark even, that in my insecurity I have wondered if I am too far out of God’s reach. If it’s even humanly possible to be as small as I feel, and if because of it, the Lord is unable to see me in my desperation. If this pain, caused by the hands of another, is the final blow that will have me ushered out of the ring never to return the same again…

But then I remember you, our beloved readers. Those of you all over the world, that have shared with us your stories, your heartbreak, and expressed your deepest yearning for miraculous healing over your most secret struggles.

I know if there was a base you could run to where you would finally be “safe,” that though you are terribly exhausted and out of breath, you would get there as fast as you possibly could!

If there was a debt you could pay to make it all disappear, I know you would pay it no matter the cost!

Even if it meant you’d be given only the smallest of guarantees, I know it would be enough for you to hang in there just a little longer…

But alas! It is out of your hands, and out of your control. You are up against a wall, in over you head, and with such dire circumstances looming that you aren’t sure how – or if – you will ever make it through.

I am with you…



and mad as hell!

… And I need Jesus more than ever.

And after two long weeks I am ready to put down the ‘Ben and Jerry’s’… and write. What exactly? I am not sure.

But with vulnerability as my voice, and God as my strength I will see this storm through.

I will fight to remind myself that even when I feel so far from God, that He is NEAR to my broken heart. (Psalm 34:18)

That when it seems my greatest plans have derailed and cliff dived into a horrific nightmare, that His – even greater plans for me – are PERFECT (Psalm 18:30)

That when my troubles are mounting, my life is crumbling, and there seems to be no hope in sight, that My God will not only meet me there in the shambles, but will OVERCOME the impossible! (John 16:33)

Dear weary readers,

There is no denying the very real war that is being waged over our souls! And yet, there also is no denying the strength of the God we serve!

I love how Perry Noble puts it when he says,  “…He is a grave-robbing, water-walking, miracle-working, death-defying God, so NEVER give up! He’s about to blow your flippin’ mind!”

All that to say, may the Lord “Blow our flipping’ minds!” … ideally, before we lose them! 🙂

***And in the case that you can’t get past the fact that I cursed…

Feel free to check back here the moment the turbulence doesn’t faze you…

We will get along much better then! 😉

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Holiness Before Happiness

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If you are married, one of the purposes for your life is to become holy within the context of marriage, shining his light to the world.” ~Nina Roesner, The Respect Dare (p. 18)

No book will save your marriage.

Only you and your spouse can do that.  If a book claims to have healing powers over your relationship, be skeptical.  Self help books are only as good as the people who read them.  While I love myself a good self help book, I’m wary of recommending things to people because everyone learns differently.  My husband eats low-carb most of the time because he likes that kind of menu; me, on the other hand would DIE without bread.  I believe the same goes for books.  So take this post with a grain of salt– the book I’m going to tell you about may or may not be one you’ll identify with!

I, however, think the WORLD of this read.  So much so, I had to share it with you.

The Respect Dare is basically a 40 day “dare” type of book.  In all honesty, I thought it was going to be cheeeeeesy.  Those “dare” kind of books like the “Love Dare” from that movie Fireproof are fine, but I’ve never considered myself that kind of reader.  I like stories, I like facts, I like realistic stories.  I want to be able to relate.  Daring myself to do weird stuff isn’t really my thing.  Yet after reading the introduction on Amazon because another friend had recommended it, I was intrigued.  Nina Roesner uses scripture relating to marriage that isn’t usually used when referring to husbands and wives.  I’ve heard the classic verses in Ephesians regarding marital roles multiple times, but this is not her focus.  She speaks to who God is and who we are in Him as it pertains to marriage.

Holiness before happiness.

But wait- before you stop reading- check out Psalm 37:3-6:

Trust in the Lord and do good;

Dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture.

Delight yourself in the Lord

And he will give you the desires of your heart.

Commit your way to the Lord;

Trust in him and he will do this:

He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn,

the justice of your cause like the noonday sun.

It’s basically the same thing: holiness before happiness.  Delight yourself in the Lord and then the desires of your heart follow suit.  Commit your way to him, and then you’ll be shining bright.  Trust first– and then you can dwell in the land and enjoy the pasture.  Get it?  When we strive for holiness before happiness, the joy from obedience follows…  Not the other way around!

In The Respect Dare, author Nina Roesner is bold enough to step out and challenge her reader to do something extremely difficult.  It is somewhat counter cultural, even in our christian circles where we pray for our husbands.  There in lies the challenge: “We cannot change another person; we can only change ourselves– our attitudes, perspectives, actions, and motivations.  We need to stop praying “God change my spouse” and start praying “God change me“”(p.xvii).  Wow.  What a thought!  And yet, it’s the opposite of what we think to do.  We think we should pray for our spouse to become better, for their heart to change, for their actions to demonstrate whatever it is we need.  We are praying, so we feel spiritual.  How humbling it is to pray for me to change, for me to listen, for me to receive God’s direction and/or correction!

The book is titled The Respect Dare for a reason.  Men need respect from their wives, but it’s challenging to fully understand what this means.  She states “Most women have no problem with the idea of unconditional love, and they need and expect it from their husbands.  What so many wives have great difficulty understanding is that their husbands want and need to be respected just as much” (p. xviii).  I have heard this before; it was nothing new to me and I’d heard that wives should give respect regardless of whether or not they feel their husband deserves it.  But Rosner takes it a step further:

Respect is a concept that many if not most women struggle with, but one that God certainly understands.  He afforded men in the bible great respect long before they were worthy of it.” ~p. xix

Think of Moses.  He quivered in his boots at God’s call to rescue the Israelites from slavery in Egypt.  Take Jonah, who literally ran away to the belly of a fish to get away from God’s call on his life.  Gideon!  Peter!  These guys weren’t worthy of respect from the God of all creation– yet he provided it well before they became the men we know in our bibles today.  God gets it, God gives it– and he’s calling us as wives to give it too!

The book is broken down into 40 dares, which are extremely short reads.  At the end of each dare, she challenges you to actually DO something.  This may be writing out a list, asking your husband a question, simply  journaling or reflecting… But there is a tangible thing to actually do each day.  If you are a task oriented person, this will fit nicely for you.  If you’re not, then that’s okay too.  No one says you have to do each dare.  I didn’t.  I did a lot of them, but some of them I just let sit on the page unfinished.  It’s your book, you can do it however you’d like!

I will note that I think this is a great book for wives that have been married for a couple years or longer.  If you are a newlywed, you can still get some valuable gems out of it but I do think it will resonate deeper with those who have been in a marriage covenant for couple years or longer.  You may be able to identify with the examples and stories better as you’ll have had more experience being married during different seasons and transitions in life.  Just the other night I asked David what was important to him.  “Having a hot meal when  you come home from work?  Laundry folded and put away timely?  A clean kitchen?  More sex?  Less reality TV?  What’s important to you right now?”  I thought at least one of my suggestions might get a nod, but interestingly enough, his response was quite the opposite.  At this time in our marriage, it’s important to him to feel disconnected from work when he’s at home and to feel as though I’m his teammate that he can count on.  While I’m sure those things have always been important to him, right now those are the most important things to him.  It was much different then what he would’ve said a few years ago, I’m sure.  It was interesting to go through this book knowing how different our lives are now compared to how they were just a few years ago.

That being said, if you are married at all you still can benefit from this book!

No book will save your marriage.  The Respect Dare certainly won’t.  It may, however, be a tool God uses to open your heart to your marriage in a new way, and for that reason alone, I would recommend it.

***This post is not sponsored or affiliated in any way with The Respect Dare and all opinions are 100% mine.***

This will be my last post for a couple weeks as I’m vacationing with my family in Europe!  Thank you so much for reading!



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