Several times a year my husband and I have a how-are-we-doing-honey talk to evaluate our marriage. Regular self-tests are good in school, in relationships, but crucial for the health of our faith.

“I can’t stay silent
Though they want to keep me quiet…”

“But the angel said to him: “Do not be afraid, Zechariah; your prayer has been heard. Your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you are to call him John.” Luke 1:13 NIV

“Lord, I am tired of today. Please give me a new day.” And it’s not even 7:00 AM.

About ten years ago, my husband and I stumbled upon a Christmas shop near Colonial Williamsburg on a hot summer day. A dangerous place for any husband to take their wife.

Am I a mood-killer if I say, “We’re so trapped in this Christmas rat-race that it hijacks the joy of Christmas”?

I have a soft spot for reading the Bible from cover to cover. Once I hit Revelations, I automatically bounce back to Genesis.

Sin clings to me like cat hair.