He hikes mountains in Colorado. His biceps are the size of my head. He replaces pipeline running to our house with his bare hands. He shoots guns, kills snakes, rides four-wheelers, and could fight any guy that challenges him, winning every time. My husband is the definition of a MAN.

Yet, in our twelve years of marriage, we had never been camping.

Why?

Because he doesn’t want to go to bed without a hot shower. Apparently he has to smell like the Old Spice guy before his head hits the pillow.

For realz?

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I remember the day Joey proposed to me like it was yesterday…

I had been on a worship internship in New Hampshire and was flying back home to Kansas City. Joey and I had dated almost a year, and I knew I was going to marry him, I just didn’t know when. We had our late night talks over the phone while I was away, lamenting how far apart we were and wondering when God would lead us to marriage. Joey kept sharing his need to save more money, how maybe after Christmas we could start looking at rings. Little did I know, he had a little surprise waiting for my return.Continue Reading

I quietly entered the dimly lit auditorium and a great sense of “home” filled my heart. I had returned to the church I had helped start from nothing, planning and striving for months, pulling together a children’s ministry from nothing and a small group schedule that would connect people to each other. All my creativity and hours of work poured into the very foundation of reaching families in this space, in this community.

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