God is at work, all the time, in everything. If there’s nothing else we can be sure of, it’s this. When I look at the threads of my life and how He squeezes truth in the cracks over here, and shouts it from the doorposts over there, I realize that if I will but listen, He is always talking. Always.

Those were the words to sum up what Mike and I were reading about our marriage: it’ll never work. More accurately, it said something like, “The best thing about the relationship between these two types of people is how quickly it will end.” Mike came back from an around-the-world trip to Cambodia and Africa and so bedtime had been earlier

I have a friend losing a baby, another diagnosed with cancer at age 24, one whose spouse lost a job for the second time this year, another whose spouse admitted to unfaithfulness, a friend suffering panic attacks from out of nowhere, and one whose son was arrested for underage drinking. In another vein, many people I know right now are