I haven’t been a very consistent blogger lately. (And of course by “lately” I mean “the past couple years”. But, whatever. Semantics.) But over the past few months, my words have found a home in various corners of the web that you may have missed.
Like my post for Deeper Story on “his affair being my fault” —
“How do you think you contributed to his affair?”
I swallowed hard and blinked back tears, to no avail. They were quickly streaming down my face.
She leaned forward with an I-didn’t-mean-to-make-you-cry look in her eyes. “Oh, why are you getting upset? I know he made the choice to have an affair. But there had to be a reason he looked outside the marriage. Why her? What was she offering him that you weren’t?”
And my post for Prodigal Magazine on the false promise of abstinence —
Abstinence was drilled into me as a young girl. To the point where it was implied (and at times, even directly said) that sex was bad. At the same time, like a dangled carrot, I was taught that if I wait (because that’s what ‘true love’ does), then sex in my marriage would be amazing.
At the right time, with the right person—in a marriage relationship—sex would be good. It would be better than good. It would be incredible. Easy. Passionate. Fulfilling.
And so I waited.
There’s also the interview I did with Jeff Goins for his podcast —
Jeff wrote briefly about my decision to move to Africa in his book Wrecked. In the podcast, I unpack my story some more, talking through my thoughts on commitment, being wrecked, and dealing with life not working out the way we plan (or hope).
Happy April, Gritty friends.