Battle Prints
I have for years had a love/hate relationship with the “Footprints” poem. There is a part of me that saw a lot of beauty in it, but a part of me that also found it so trite.
War Movies (Part 2)
This is why I watch war movies. I want to hold the truth in my head when the world tells me violence is never the answer and always evil. It’s not. Good men armed are a blessing and needed. War movies remind me of that. War movies help me understand that violence is awful, bloody, and breaking, but also necessary if I want to live safely in my home and nurture little things. I can’t grow flowers if I don’t have a defender.
A Pastor’s Wife
Being a pastor’s wife is a beautiful gift. I have the privilege of serving one of Christ’s ministers every moment of every day. I’m honored to be trusted with the care of the pastor. But, it’s also a great burden. It has taken years off our lives. It is largely unseen, rarely acknowledged, and often painfully lonely to be a pastor’s wife.
War Movies (Part 1)
War movies help me not take for granted my quiet life. They help me to see how good I really have it. They remind me of the duality of life, and they help me be thankful for all that I have. They help me see everyday beauty by contrast instead of by exaggeration like fantasy.