Believing Like a Child at Christmastime

One day while I sped across town to meet one of three or four girls I mentored, I felt a sudden, overwhelming, almost debilitating exhaustion.  The thought of going home, crawling in bed, and hiding under the covers for the rest of my life was strangely comforting.  I wondered if I were having a panic attack. (more…)

In our first six months of marriage my husband never actually told me he hated it when I spent so much time getting our place together to host someone that I was too exhausted to enjoy their visit. …