Shilah Writes

Recently, my husband and I had an argument.  It was over words.  I use too many of them.  He uses a few as well, but only on important subjects like: work, vehicle problems, schedules, appointments, things like that. My words are usually about anything hinging on relationship. This can be: the kids, my friends, school, co-workers, life's lessons, something I read, how I felt about something I read or saw, the kinda thing that makes a man yawn and say: "blah, blah, blah, can we please get to the important part now?" He is usually quite kind to me about all my needs to use these words and describe the things of the  heart, and to bare all, the poor guy. But, this time, not so much. And it wasn't going to get better or go away, this conversation with no end, simply because, there wasn't time. Truthfully, I flopped around like fish outta water trying to get air, figuring out this dilemma. It drove me to my knees and back to 1 Peter 3.  I about have that chapte...

We had such a great time this Monday and Tuesday traveling along the Columbia River. We went to a funeral in OR.{ which of course isn't such a fun thing to do.}   I think what made it so fun for me was the amount of talking time we had. I realized after about six hours of talking uninterrupted that I didn't have to censor my thoughts and emotions. I realize there must be some couples that live all of life censoring their conversations from little ears and maybe that's OK most the time.  Maybe that's right sometimes.... Hmmm...  For us though, It was a good time to relax and talk about some of those deep down things we rarely get to with "Life as Normal". God was good to us in giving us this special time.