Are You Vulnerable with God?

Two months ago I made a promise to myself: this year, I will not fall to pieces and get resentful and weird when the next predictably busy season hits. I will not accuse my basketball-coach husband of loving the sport more than me. I will be patient and supportive, knowing that the season will soon end.

My plan to keep that promise went something like this: I will get lost in my own busyness of planning an upcoming womens retreat and well reconnect when the onslaught has passed.

Can you...