Maturing, married love is rooted in a shared story and refreshed by a new commitment, often in the full shadow of our failures. It involves learning to linger again. Continue reading (re)learning to linger
Swipe my heart
And let’s dance. Continue reading iLove
It’s good to be married to a woman whose faith is still growing and whose love will cover a multitude of sins. Continue reading resting in covenant keeping love
It’s hard to imagine a government can survive in an age of Twitter by trying to stamp out laughter and love. Continue reading Why I may celebrate Valentine’s Day
As we light the fourth candle, waiting still, the morning we celebrate draws near. Continue reading waiting for love
Tomorrow is our 36th anniversary. We stood together under a gazebo at Signal Point, a little park overlooking a bend in the Tennessee River near Chattanooga, and promised to love each other until death did us part.
I was happy to be married, although it was not nearly as easy as I had hoped. The first ten years were pretty tough, actually. We were young and didn’t know what we were doing. And by the time we had kids I was working too hard—on everything but my marriage.