I want to tell you a story from the archives of my separation.
It’s one that came back to me as I was preparing this week’s podcast episode where I answered a Wise Wife question about anointing oil.
Tim and I were estranged. Not just separated-but-still-talking. I mean truly estranged. Distance. Silence. Missing.
And I was desperate.
I had heard women talk about anointing something — an object your husband carries or wears. Something you pray over. Something you give to God as a point of faith.
I remember thinking:
“But Lord… I don’t have anything.”
There was no shared closet. No shoes at the door. No wallet on the counter. There was only distance. Silence. Estrangement.
And if you’ve ever been in that place — you know the ache. You want to pray. You want to believe. You want to do something with your faith.
Today I want to sail right into a topic that is getting a lot of attention these days: Is my husband a narcissist?
It's an important question, and I want to answer it with both honesty and care. In my nearly 20 years of helping women and hearing their very personal stories – stories they’ve never shared with anyone else – I have seen just how many marriages are dealing with narcissistic behavio...
Imagine standing in front of a raging fire, desperately praying for God to put it out.
You’re crying out to Him. Rebuking the enemy. Declaring Scripture over the flames.
And all the while, you’re tossing another log onto the fire.
Sounds ridiculous, right?
But what if that’s exactly what you’ve been doing in your marriage?
You’re rebuking the spirit of fear, but you’re constantly checking your ...
There was a season in my marriage when some of the people around me were convinced that what I was fighting for was harmful.
They saw the broken trust.The distance.The abandonment.The destructive coping mechanisms.The mess.
And from the outside, I understand why they were concerned.
These were people who genuinely loved me who thought the best thing for me to do was stop fighting for my marriag...
The Wise Wife Letters
A weekly letter for the wife who is standing alone, fighting the right fight, and refusing to let fear run the house.
