Love

The Foreign Language of Growth

The Foreign Language of Growth

“Carmen, you have the opportunity to help Lary be a better man.” When Gil, our counselor, spoke those words it almost seemed like he was speaking in a foreign language. We married when I was only sixteen years old. He, twenty. By the time Gil said that, our marriage had long established behaviors (ruts). The concept that I should do anything that might make Lary uncomfortable or upset (on purpose) seemed ridiculous. I saved those…

Because Drawing Lines in Chalk Seems Easier

  “A person without self-control is like a house with its doors and windows knocked out.” Proverbs 25:28, MSG I can be over sensitive to Lary’s emotions. I read his body language like I am studying for a final. He told me once to stop reading something into every facial expression. I told him if he didn’t like me reading his body language then stop talking so loud. Now reading them might not be so unhealthy…

When It Doesn’t Come How We Expected

When It Doesn’t Come How We Expected

When Jesus rode in on that colt, he brought with Him hope. The sounds must have been deafening. Hosanna! King of Israel! Palm branches waving, cloaks covering the ground as a welcome mat to their new King. Victory! The symbolism was not lost on anyone. Especially not Jesus. What they had not witnessed with their own eyes, the people had heard from others. News, especially this kind of news, spread quickly. Maybe their loved one…

Because Honoring Our Dad is Right

Today my dad has been enjoying heaven for three years. Time does fly and then again, I can close my eyes and remember that day and those preceding it so vividly. As I read this again today, I asked myself are these words still me. Did I still feel as if they honored my dad and our relationship. I think they do. The original title was “It’s Complicated” and written on June 17, 2012, just a…