There was a time in my life when I truly believed I had to do it all—and do it well—to be considered a “good” wife, mother, homemaker, and woman of God. Maybe it’s a firstborn thing, or maybe it’s just the weight of trying to live up to expectations I thought were mine to carry. But from an early age, I developed a pattern of pushing through, taking pride in my independence, and refusing to ask for help until I absolutely had to. And when I became a wife and then a mom—especi

Over these decades together, I've discovered that the secret sauce to marriage isn't winning arguments or proving who's right (though, let's face it, I certainly tried!), but individually abiding in Christ. Trust me, my natural instinct was to "fix" my husband—I had excellent plans—but God patiently reminded me that Rick wasn't a DIY project.