Marriage

When God Writes Our Love Story

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My Daily Musings-June 27th, 2026

I’ve been thinking lately about the phrase “falling in love.” Why do we call it falling? Usually, falling is something we try to avoid. Falling down hurts, and falling from a great height can be frightening.

Yet, when I think back on falling in love with my husband nearly 20 years ago, I remember something entirely different. It was exhilarating, beautiful, and one of the most wonderful experiences of my life. But if I’m honest, it was also a little scary.

When two people come together, there are so many unknowns. How will your lives blend together? What will the future hold? Will everything work out the way you hope?

For me, it required faith. I had to trust that Heavenly Father had led me to Mike and that our love story was part of His plan for my life.

Nineteen years later, I’m so grateful for the memories we’ve shared and the life we’ve built together. My life hasn’t turned out exactly the way I once imagined it would, but in many ways, it has turned out even better than I could have anticipated. God has blessed me in ways I never expected.

Have you ever looked back and realized that some of life’s “scary falls” became your greatest blessings? What would happen if we trusted God with the unknowns that lie ahead?

Sometimes the most beautiful things in life begin with taking a leap of faith.

The Constant Love of God

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My Daily Musings-May 4th, 2026

My husband and I went to the Tulip Festival at Thanksgiving Point on Saturday to celebrate our 19th wedding anniversary (May 4th). As we first walked through the gardens, I noticed some of the tulips had already wilted and no longer had much life left in them. Since tulips are my favorite flower, it made me a little sad at first.

But as we continued farther down the trail, we found rows of beautiful, vibrant tulips still standing tall in full bloom. Their color and life made me smile.

Later that day, I kept thinking about those tulips and how much they reflect our lives—and especially love. Some things in life fade with time. Seasons change. Beauty passes. Trials come. Yet some things grow deeper, stronger, and more precious with the years.

I am so grateful for my wonderful husband, who has loved me and stood by me through nineteen years of life’s changing seasons. The tulips still blooming after others had faded reminded me of a love that continues year after year—a love that does not wither when life gets hard, but grows stronger through it.

What in your life has become more beautiful with time instead of less? What love has stayed steady through changing seasons?

Then my thoughts turned to our Heavenly Father. Flowers fade. Seasons shift. Circumstances change. Sometimes everything around us feels uncertain. But His love for us is the one constant we can always count on—eternal, steady, and beyond comprehension.

Some blooms may fade, but His love never will.

More Than Four Walls

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My Daily Musings-March 10th, 2026

Today I’ve been thinking about the word home.

This past weekend my husband and I moved from our apartment into a larger townhouse. Moving always brings a little stress, a lot of boxes, and plenty of change. But along with that change, I’ve also felt excitement as we begin settling into this new space.

As I looked around today, I realized something simple but meaningful: even though the address changed, the feeling of home didn’t.

I have moved many times throughout my life—both growing up and during my 19 years of marriage. Each place has looked different. Some were bigger, some smaller, some temporary, and some longer-lasting. But the thing that always turned those places into a home was never the walls or the size of the rooms.

Home is where love lives.

Home is the place where you can be yourself without fear of judgment. It’s where laughter, quiet moments, and even the occasional chaos are shared with the people—and pets—who mean the most to you.

Today I’m grateful that wherever I go, if I’m with my husband and our sweet Coco, it will always feel like home.

What does the word home mean to you?
Is it a place, or is it the people who fill it with love?