Sure. This is the dream. Husband plays video games in the next room and my phone keeps buzzing with notifications I'll just pretend to ignore. Classic Tuesday night in our house. Three years ago, I thought being a Christian wife meant having it all figured out by now. You know—morning devotions with perfectly highlighted Bible verses, praying together before bed, and definitely not stress-eating Target cookies while wondering if God actually cares about my grocery budget. Plot twist: I don'...
