Plans

I knew it was God’s Plan for us to be married. At 14, I’d had a bona fide Sign From God — the details of which are too excruciatingly embarrassing for me to recount even now, nearly 20 years later; picture a latter-day Gideon’s fleece reimagined through the earnestness of adolescence — that J., my… Read More Plans

In Which I Said Yes

I’ve been cultivating the suspicion for more than twenty years. The first seeds of it fell from the lips of the women at my church, scattered with their promises that they were praying for my mother and they just knew God was going to heal her. When God didn’t, the seeds sprouted, took root in a… Read More In Which I Said Yes