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A Wife’s Secret to Happiness

A Wife's Secret to Happiness, Holiday, People & Relationships

Creating Your Own Family Traditions

I’m a big advocate for creating your own family traditions—even as a pre-kids family of two!

Jared and I married in September 2008, which meant the holiday season beckoned right around the corner from our autumn wedding day. At that point, we still lived in California, a 30-minute drive from my parent’s house and much of my extended family. His grandma also lived in close proximity, and his parents were a day’s drive away in Oregon.

We love our families and have many fond memories of holiday celebrations together, that December we had a choice to make about our inaugural Christmas holiday. We decided to celebrate as a family. Just the two of us.

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A Wife's Secret to Happiness, Book & Product Reviews, Guest Posts

Walk in the Blessings of a Godly Marriage

“Wives, submit to your own husbands as to the Lord,” (Ephesians 5:22). Wait, don’t click away! This is a beautiful invitation from God, not the horrible demand some women fear it to be. You’ll feel better after you read God’s charge to husbands a few short verses later: “Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave Himself for her,” (Ephesians 5:25).

Wives submit; husbands love. It’s a lovely dance of marriage done right. Yet often this God-ordained union looks anything but lovely.

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A Wife's Secret to Happiness, Faith

I Wrote A Book, And That Terrifies Me

I wrote a book, and that terrifies me.

Funny thing is, it’s not like this book writing thing snuck up on me.

I wrote a book, and that terrifies me.

Funny thing is, it’s not like this book writing thing snuck up on me. I first remember wanting to become an author when I was five years old and this particular book, A Wife’s Secret to Happiness: Receiving, Honoring, and Celebrating God’s Role for You in Your Marriage, has been in process since 2012. It’s taken countless hours, lots of tears over my computer screen and laughing to myself like a crazy person when writing at Starbucks. So why the trepidation?

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