Just as David Copperfield experienced new things during his fortnight at Yarmouth, so have I. This space houses the tales of my figurative fortnight at Yarmouth. Patterned after young Davy, I write about the beauty, acceptance, fears, surprises, sadness, and of course a few of the Mrs. Gummidges of my life.
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Whenever I’m all tucked into bed – this is when I have the mental space to process my day. This is when I think about all that has happened and all that I’ve heard. I think about what it means, why it matters, and other such things – usually out loud to Jeff. Last nightContinue reading “Marital Independence and Celibacy”
Four woman all in a row. Whimpering together awkwardly and trying to return our faces to their pre-teary-eyed state as we women do when we find ourselves crying. Four of us crying through the words and music penned by strangers.
Likely, if you are a Christian, you are very familiar with Psalm 23. If you’re like me, it may have been one of the first passages of Scripture that you committed to memory. Several months ago, as I was struggling to find meaning in the Scriptures I was reading, I decided to simply read PsalmContinue reading “What Are Paths of Righteousness?”
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