Glorifying the Mess, and Idolizing Perfection

Drooping around disheveled rooms—dark under-eyes—a martyred spirit in the chaos. Victim to motherhood. Self-righteous disbelief toward those who claim “togetherness.” The children’s whining reminding us we are sacrificial, the scattered toys making us feel needed, our rumpled clothing a sign of how little we spend on ourselves. But there is no glory in the mess. …

We Don’t Know the Outcome of Our work

We don’t know the outcome of our work. Nancy didn’t know she was raising a famous inventor, but where would we be without Thomas Edison’s lightbulb? Dranafile didn’t know she was raising Mother Teresa, but who else would have impacted hundreds of orphans, and inspired generations of selfless acts? Every great story starts with a …

Happy Marriages Are Not Perfect Marriages

Happy marriages aren’t perfect marriages. They stand on opposite sides of the same crevasses all couples do, wondering how on earth to get to the other side. They experience the same gut-wrenching pain of being hurt. They feel the sting of the same sharp words. They’ve cried in the same darkness and felt the same …