Today on the 4:13 Podcast, I’m spilling the beans with some of my favorite people!
Liz Curtis Higgs, Tammy Trent, and Michael O’Brien joined me for a Fresh Grounded Faith event in Chattanooga, Tennessee, and we had a great conversation around the bistro table answering all kinds of questions from the audience.
GIVEAWAY ALERT: You can win the book Hope Anyway by this week’s podcast guest. Keep reading to find out how!
After almost fourteen years of marriage, Leeana Tankersley walked into a counseling appointment with her husband, fully prepared to fight for their marriage. But halfway through the appointment, Leeana came to realize that no amount of logic or emotion could stop the inevitable.
Overcome with numbness and disappointment, Leeana entered a new season that would reveal God’s remedy for her darkness: hope.
A few days after an ordinary Valentine’s Day, Cindy Beall’s life changed forever. She listened with disbelief to her husband’s confession of a pornography addiction, numerous affairs, and the startling news that a woman was pregnant with his child.
How in the world do you rebuild trust when your marriage is shattered?
My husband Phil and I had been married over fifteen years when I suddenly began nesting.
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If you’ve ever attended one of my Fresh Grounded Faith women’s events, you know that my guests and I always “Spill the Beans” during one of the sessions. We take the stage with a stack of your questions and answer them unplanned.
Well, sister, today I am spilling the beans with my stud husband, Phil, on the podcast—and, let me just say, these are some sizzling beans!
I knew that would probably get your attention!
It was all about the laundry.
I’ll get right to it. My husband, Phil, has always been a great guy, but there was one big issue with his greatness. He was perfectly capable of dropping his dirty clothes in the hamper, which has always been placed conveniently in our closet. But did he ever do this simple thing that he was perfectly capable of doing? Nope. Most of the time, he dropped his dirty clothes right in front of the clothes hamper. Right in front.
At first, I tried to handle it with humor. I conducted a dirty clothes protocol seminar in our closet.
I invited him into the closet with me, where I used exaggerated gestures while standing varying distances from the hamper, all the while counting out loud how many seconds it took me to toss laundry into the basket rather than in front of it. Of course, I also pointed out that even though I cannot see, I rarely missed.
