Last night my husband and I ate at our favorite Mexican restaurant. We chatted and laughed as the colorful decor listened to our conversation. When we were done exploring each other’s day over tortilla chips and queso, we walked to the counter to pay our bill. As the waitress took our payment she asked if we were on a date. I said, “Yes, a married date.” We walked through the doors, full of attentive affection and love.  Our attributes as a couple shined like the yellow chairs amidst the restaurant. Godly attributes of a man should majorly impact his wife and others around him.  Those godly attributes should entail: Love that is found within the gold seams of a bible that is read by a husband under a glistening lamp. Leadership that is drafted into prayer with his family   Guidance that is architected into wise words with his wife and children Protector of souls and warrior of hearts Casting out a safety net for finances, provision, and trials Disciple-like characte

Recently, my husband and I strolled Downtown Thibodaux.  We caught a storybook glimpse of a squirrel eating seeds in a Magnolia tree, then came across a historic mailbox. It “cat-pawed” my Alice in Wonderland curiosity, so I took a picture. The washed-out color of olden times drenched the mailbox in rust.  I thought to myself...are we all in or out of the mailbox of true Christianity? Today’s world has become more “open-minded” to veiled sin. They are condoning unstamped letters of promiscuity that have slipped into society.   As Christ followers, we need to think of ourselves as letters that have been sealed with righteousness.  Are you being fully slipped into the mailbox with a boldness or are you being jiggled in halfway, falling to the world?  Are you being stamped with truth or unstamped with a holy vagueness? Are you being slipped into the mailbox with a fervor or being finicky and falling to dirt-like debauchery.  Is your letter to God being written wit

As I sit here amongst plaid and orange Fall pillows sewed with comfort, my mind isn’t as comfy.  I finally received my washer and dryer that seemed to be as elusive as the Autumn wind. I was so excited to use my washer, that I rushed to the hamper and unloaded some clothes into the new shiny drum. That sheen quickly darkened as an error message lit upon the panel. My washer stopped working... So, I will be returning both of my prizes tomorrow and will be on the search for different appliances. But, my best friend, Jesus, sits beside me on my cushy couch as the world around me sickens with ailments.  I sometimes think... Why did my dad die? Why did I have to hold my dog as he took his last breath? Why have I went through so many life changes? Why are there addicts in my immediate family? Why is there so much hardship? Why is there so much sorrow? But then, I pull the reins back in on my horse named, Endurance.  We are called to be strong, to trust, and to hav

As a Christian woman, I am learning there is a grace within firmness. My husband and I purchased a washer and dryer in July. We were told we’d get our appliances at the end of August.  We did not receive our appliances that hot Summer Louisiana date. So, I called multiple times requesting an estimated time of arrival.  Miscommunication was the main factor in the elusive washer and dryer formula...the dryer is here, it disappeared, you will receive the washer in September...no, you will receive it in January.  When I pondered this problematic equation, I thought about the newly released movie, Mulan.  In the end, Mulan remained a truthful warrior and daughter. She arose like a graceful Phoenix empowering a poised boldness.  After an array of calls, conversations, and tick-tock of the waiting clock, I achieved success like the refined strategies of Mulan.  Christians are called to be bold. We are called to remain graceful amongst slip-moss rock situations.  I had to r