This morning, I woke up with my husband at 5am. I’m not always an early bluebird singing sweet songs in the dawning hours. But, I’ve been trying to get up with him to pray and read a devotion together. When I do get up with my husband, I want to serve and attend to him. I feel like we want to “out-serve” one another. He goes willingly and joyfully to work everyday to provide for our family. Not only that...he makes me “brewed with love” coffee. Carl got up just a tid-bit before me, while I rustled myself out of bed. I was tired, but wanted to find my way through the sleepy forest. When I did, I looked upon the kitchen counter and found coffee. I looked upon this creamy caffeine delight with a smile. My helping husband knew I would need a caffeine spark. The coffee was poured with his adoration love. Peppermint mocha creamer added a dash of his rich romanticism. This gesture spoke to me this morning. It steamed with a godly’s man giving heart.  Ladies, don’t settle on “no c

    It’s December 26th, the day after Christmas. Presents have been unwrapped, holiday hams have been eaten, and parties have been attended. Now what to do? It’s the lullaby lull after Christmas. Now we’re bitter sweetly singing, “What’s next on the agenda?” It’s as if we all have a bit of holiday postpartum depression. The excitement of Christmas has dipped and we are getting off the rollercoaster of cheer. We stand at the exit and look around to spot our next destination.  Instead of singing a lullaby lull, sing of sweet praises. Sing of memories that have twinkled and laughter that has been sugared. But, I know, I feel a little sadness myself. It was the first time that my husband and I exchanged gifts. This was our second Christmas as a married couple.    It was funnel cake fun to buy presents for my husband. It was peppermint sweet to see the delight in his eyes when he opened his presents. The merriment trimmed his face. It’s an intimate Christmas I will treasure, like th