There was a season in my marriage where I could not find one good thing to say about my husband.
Not one.
I am not exaggerating. I had mentally catalogued every failure, every disappointment, every thing he had done wrong, and that list had become the lens I looked through every single day.
When he was kind, I assumed a motive. When he was quiet, I assumed the worst. When he seemed to try to bridge the chasm between us, I was indifferent. Because my hurt had already decided the verdict.
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 obje...
When Tim and I first got married, I had an expectation I never said out loud. I didn't even fully admit it to myself.
But I believed it.
I thought marriage was going to turn him into a spiritual leader. I thought we would suddenly pray together at night, read the Bible together in the mornings, have these deep spiritual conversations, and he would lead me in all of it.
I thought, "Now that we'...
There was a season in my marriage where everything in the natural said, this is over.
The patterns hadn’t changed, the evidence stacked up, and fear got really loud. 😟
Not just emotional and overwhelming, but everything also felt urgent.
“Fix this.”“Do something.”“Prepare for the worst.”
And underneath it all, the enemy was doing what he does best - encouraging me to interpret my situation t...
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.
