April 17th is a special day for me–it’s my birthday! Ten years ago today, I celebrated my 23rd birthday as a single gal, living at home, completely unattached. But all that was about to change… In honor of our upcoming 10th wedding anniversary, I’m sharing our love story, chapter by chapter, on the blog. Get…
Continue ReadingThe Quiet Man {Of God and Mountains, Part 7}
This year Jeremy and I will celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary, which means that it was 10 years ago this month that we started dating. In celebration of this momentous anniversary, I’ve dusted off a popular series here on the blog and am finally adding a few new chapters! If you haven’t yet read the…
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Of God, Mountains, and how I met {and married} my Husband, Part 6
We all have mountains in our lives. I’m sharing this story of how God brought me and my husband together–despite mountains of shyness, living in the boonies, and other challenges–to encourage you with this truth: Our God is a mountain mover. Today, after years of busy, contented singleness, we finally see some romantic action… …
Continue ReadingGod, Mountains, and How I Met My Husband, Part Fourth
So, I’ve been telling you about My Mountain. I told you about Tom, the pilot who use to buzz over our homestead every few weeks in the summer. And how one Sunday my family drove (without me) over an hour to visit his Church. Well, that day they met a family who would turn out…
Continue ReadingOf God, Mountains, and How I Met My Husband, Part Third
I’ve told you about my mountain — that seeming impossible situation in my life, of moving to the wilderness in my teens and wondering how I’d ever meet any eligible young men. I also told you the beginning of how God began to move that mountain, pebble by pebble. Today I’m gonna add a bit…
Continue ReadingGod, Mountains, and How I met my Husband, Part Second
Our God is a Mountain Mover, People. Here’s my personal testimony to that effect. Read Part First Here. We’d been on the homestead for about two months now. We were still living in the tipi (it hadn’t blown away yet), while Dad and my brothers were busy every day learning how to get the horse…
Continue ReadingOf God, Mountains, and How I Met My Husband
This is a great story. Full of random details that I (somehow) string together to create a tale. It’s got airplanes, chickens, a dollhouse, and some black hair dye. OK, a lot of black hair dye. Infact, too much black hair dye. Alright, enough fan fare. The reason I share this story is ’cause some…
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