There is a lie in our culture, perpetuated by the entertainment industry, that goes something like this: pre-married sex is exciting and fun, while married sex is boring and rarely (if ever) happens.
Shame. It’s that sinking pit inside that makes you to want to run and hide. It says you’re not good enough, pretty enough, smart enough, pure enough. You’re too much of this and not enough of that.
I peered into the bathroom mirror at a hollow shell of a woman. I clung to what I recalled people said about me as I stared into my own hazel eyes...“She’s so happy all the time.” “She’s just so confident.”…
In a culture where romance novels, romantic comedies, and movies such as Fifty Shades of Grey appeal to a woman’s fantasy-driven mind, and considering the rising number of females viewing pornography…
“ Will sex ever NOT hurt again?” That was the text message my daughter received from a newly breastfeeding friend when we were together the other day. I was so impressed that her friend actually asked such a personal question…
I don’t know about you, but I need friends. Not just surface level “how’s it going,” “let’s get together sometime” kind of friends. I mean the “I’m going to walk through life with you when it’s good and bad…
As a young bride, Lauren Green McAfee imagined her life would be lived out as a pastor’s wife, with children around her—both biological and through adoption. However, nine years into marriage, life has not fulfilled those expectations.
Less than 40 pages, The Freedom of Self-Forgetfulness might be New York Times best-selling author Timothy Keller’s smallest book, but it is packed full of truth both challenging and encouraging.
