House on the Rock

There’s a lot I’ve learned about love that seeps beyond the surface of what Pinterest would deem a “perfect love story” or “relationship goals.” In a world that thrives off of immediate gratification, instant attention, and the “I want it now” mentality, I think sometimes we grow disillusioned to what love really looks like, feels like, and how to make it last. I’ve been engaged for nearly two months now and I'm learning that there is so much more to love than the seemingly mandatory “if he doesn’t bring you chocolate and Chipotle EVERY MORNING, be done with him” brought to you by all our favorite influensters. In fact, there is a lot of what I would venture to call “un-glamor” that is really indicative of deep, beautiful love. More importantly, I think that is a more accurate reflection of Christ’s love for his bride (a reflection that serves as the entire purpose for our earthly relationships anyway!!!) It’s been pure bliss, seriously, and I cannot thank God enough for blessing m...

 As we sat down to dinner, I had an inkling I knew everything that was going to happen. Presumably, the waiter was going to walk out with a decorated cheesecake and Joe would get down on one knee. How else would the hostess have known about our engagement? I nervously nibbled through dinner (and by nervously nibbled I mean devoured a sirloin), anxiously awaiting the moment Doug the waiter walked through that shiny glass door with a cheesecake. Dinner wrapped up and Doug brought out a mud pie. And Joe did not propose. Suddenly I was stumped. But I'm no quitter, and my presumption knows no limits. Surely now he would drive me to the pedestrian bridge over the Wabash River where we had our first date. We would look over the water and he would propose then. Guaranteed. "Do you know where we're going?" He asked.  "Mm.. I'll just smile when I'm right."  His truck pulled up to the entrance of the pedestrian bridge and I grinned. Under my breath I whispered,...