I finished another college class, by far the hardest and most challenging for me: Biology & lab. I took the final a couple weeks ago and then just prayed that I would pass the class. I figured since I knew I got a “b” on that final maybe my final grade would be at least a “c”. My grade finally posted and my final grade was a B. Way surpassed what I hoped or prayed for. I seriously felt like all of my hard work was going to be for nothing- I didn’t think I would pass.
I’m not sharing this to “toot my own horn” but to show what a faithful, merciful God we have. I work 11 hour days and have 3 kids 2 who are home and play sports and have practices that are never regularly scheduled. I have to travel every other weekend, at least, to see my oldest son, take the other two to visit their dad and to visit my husband. I have internet that works only when it wants to- in fact my first attempt at taking my final my internet shut down just as I started it and my grade was a 3. (Thankfully, my professor reset my test and I was able to retake it….) And had to go to court (AGAIN) to fight my ex. I was also taking another class that required 20 observation hours! Seriously a stressful semester. I did my best, with what I had…..
(I had seriously decided that after all my hard work and stress, if I didn’t pass that class id give up college and settle for a job that pays better and I won’t have to work 11 hours everyday doing….)
God didn’t give up on me or let me give up on myself…. Ill work even harder because I am doing this all for His glory and not my own.
#signusupforanothersemester
Why has it become acceptable in America to persecute and punish Christians for their beliefs?
Recently, Christian Mingle. com, a dating website created and devoted to giving single Christians a place where they can meet others who share their faith, morals and values had a lawsuit filed against it. Two homosexuals decided to feign offense at the fact that this CHRISTIAN website did not have “men seeking men” or “women seeking woman” pages and filed suit against it.
To me, this is as ridiculous and idiotic as suing a vegetarian restaurant for not having steak on the menu and it is clearly a case of someone picking a fight with Christians due to their beliefs. It’s not like there aren’t an extremely large number of on-line venues for homosexuals to seek each other out and these people didn’t sue black people meet. com for not being inclusive of whites. No, they targeted this Christian website KNOWING that fundamental Christianity does not condone, much less cater to, the homosexual lifestyle.
The worst part? The suit was successful! A judge ruled that Christian Mingle must pay these crybaby plaintiffs $500,000! They were literally fined for their religious morals and values. I don’t care whether or not you share these beliefs- that’s just wrong.
And where is the outrage? Why are there not thousands of Christians raising their voices in protest? People, your faith is under blatant attack in this country and you had best wake up. It’s time to stop singing hymns about being Christian soldiers and actually stand up for your faith.
Remember what scripture says about “lukewarm” Christians- God would rather you be hot or cold in your faith and will spit the lukewarm believers out of His mouth. Quit being lukewarm. Stand by your beliefs, defend your faith, and quit compromising your God-given principles. Stop accepting quietly these blatant attacks on Christians for your beliefs.
Religious freedoms should apply to ALL faiths. Stand up for each other and for your collective rights, Christians.
On this Father’s Day weekend, I find myself lamenting the fact that so many of us fail to appreciate our parents until we’re grown. My Dad was a truly great guy. He was extremely mellow and quiet and rarely expressed his affection verbally. His love language was in “acts of service”- he DID things for the people he loved. He got up early and went to work 5, sometimes 6 days a week to put food on the table and clothes on our backs. His hands were eternally calloused and I cannot remember ever once seeing them without some work-related cuts and scraped knuckles. He would work long days and would usually still spend some time in his wood shop after work. Even then, he was nearly always doing something for the rest of us- making wooden toys for his boys, (he made the COOLEST rubber band guns!), or some knickknack or piece of furniture for my mom. Even after working his long weeks, he would often plan camping or fishing trips with his family for the weekend; otherwise, he would usually be doing yard work or “honey-do” house chores. Somehow, he STILL always had time to toss a baseball with me, teach me to shoot a gun, or to show me how to ride a motorcycle. He was simply always doing something with and/or for his family. He truly lived by his motto that “actions speak louder than words”.
And, yet, I never appreciated him. I knew my Dad loved me, but I never realized until I was grown that he was CONSTANTLY expressing his love through his actions. His calloused, beat-up hands alone were testament to his love and devotion.
I believe it is important for all of us, young and old, to be aware that there are different “love languages”, various ways in which we all express our love to others. (Gary Chapman dubs them “5 Love Languages” but he focuses mostly on the marriage relationships. I believe there are more, possible far more, than 5 love languages and that the concept extends to all relationships including but no limited to marriage.) My father was not a verbose man at all, yet he spoke his love through the thing he DID for people. If I had understood that fat better growing up, I would have appreciated that great man a lot more than I did, our early years together would not have been so strained, and I would have fewer regrets today. I eventually recognized what I had been blessed with and was able to tell him how thankful I was, but we can never get back the time we waste taking a loved one for granted.
So, today, I raise a toast to my Dad, the late and great David Keith, and urge everyone, young and old, to look closely at the relationships in your lives to see if you can recognize the ways your loved ones express their love to you. Ask yourself honestly if you’ve been overlooking that person’s love language and/orif you’ve been taking him or her for granted somehow. If so, do yourself a favor and take the time to tell or show that special person just how much they mean to you. It’s never too soon to let the people you love KNOW you love and appreciate them…
but tomorrow could be too late.
Ya’ll take care of each other out there and God Bless!
It’s a trip to me how a person can go through most, if not all, of their lives without ever realizing that the biggest part of them is missing. So many exist without living because they’re missing something they can’t live without. Mine and Lori’s second anniversary is coming up and, as I think on that, I realize that in a way, it’s a sort of birthday celebration for me as well. Every day, I fall in love with Lori again and it makes me wonder how I ever lived without her in my life… and then I realize I didn’t. In a very real way, her love makes me live whereas before I only existed. Now I love completely and now I live; Now I am complete.
So, this year I am celebrating my 2nd Birthiversary and I am blessed. As Albert Einstein once said, “Only a life lived for others is worth living.” I live for Lori and our family- finally living a life worth living.
An Easter card from my husband and a good reminder to us all:
“Hey Guys!
I hope you have a great and happy Easter. Know that I love you and never forget the meaning behind this holiday. It’s a day to think of, not only the loving sacrifice that Jesus gave of himself for our sake, but the miracle of his return from the dead. It’s not about bunnies and stuff, it’s about faith and the ultimate act of love Jesus showed each of us with his sacrifice.
So, be happy, enjoy Easter, and remember that God loves us SO much, He gave His son for our salvation. (John 3:16)
Say a prayer of thanks today and KNOW how much our God loves us. That’s pretty awesome, huh?
My heart had seriously been hurting when my oldest baby turned 14 this month. The biggest “problem” for me is the realization that there is only 4 very short years standing between us and the days he moves off to college. How in the world will I be able to handle not waking up and having his sweet face to look at, when it’s the first thing I have done for half of my life? Ugghhh, the thought kills my heart………..
“I can understand being a little blue over Bud turning 14. Even tho’ it’s natural and the way things are designed to be, there’s something a little sad about kids growing up and getting ready to fly out on their own. At the same time, you know you’ve done a great job as a parent and given them skills to make a good life, so it’s exciting to see what they’re going to do and who they’re going to become, you know? It’s just truly bittersweet.
But, when you feel a little sad thinking about him leaving the nest and making his way in the world, remember that there is something a lot sadder. That’s someone who’s too insecure (or lazy) to leave the nest. People like that are just sad, pathetic creatures who never LIVE life. So, be proud and happy that you’ve raised kids who have the confidence and skills to go out and live a good, positive life and make a splash in the world around them. You’ve done a good job there, mama.” -Lincoln
I’m thankful to have such a strong, loving man by my side in this life. He saves me from myself every day and without him I’d have fallen apart long ago.
First and foremost, please allow me to thank you for taking the time to read this letter and for being one of the extremely rare groups who offer wrongfully convicted people in this country a source of hope in the knowledge that there are people out there who care about us ad may be willing and able to help us find justice someday.
My name is Lincoln Keith. I am 37 years old and have been imprisoned for over half of my life, and since 2 months after my 18th birthday. That’s when I was arrested and charged with capital murder, (murder-for-hire), in October 1994.
I fought my charges but I was convicted and sentenced to Life In prison in a sham jury trial in Odessa, Texas in November, 1995. One of my court-apponted trial attorneys, Scott Tidwell, was appointed to represent me on direct appeal, raising 4 points of error. I asked that he raise a claim of Innefective Assistances at that point because he and my lead trial attorney had refused to allow me to testify on my own behalf at trial despite my wish to do so, and they failed to present any defense at all during the guilt-innocence phase of my trial. Of course, he refused to raise such a claim as it would have been partially against himself. In the end, direct appeal was unsuccessful and my conviction became final in 1998.
At that time, my family used $10,000 they raised to hire a local attorney, Robert Leahey, to file a state habeas writ on my behalf and he assured us that he would do so shortly. None of us knew ANYTHING about the law at this point, other than when you’re in legal trouble, you get a lawyer. So we did and we trusted him to act in our best interests and do as he said he would. Yet, as the months went by, he hadn’t contacted me, hadn’t filed anything in my case, and wouldn’t answer my letters when I wrote him to ask about time limists another inmate had told me he believed existed in habeas proceedings. My family had to finally drive to Odessa and just show up at his office, and he then assured them that there were no time limits to worry about and that he would be filing our writ soon. He never did and, by the time I learned of the 1-year AEDPA time limit for filing a fedral habeas writ, it had expired.
We later learned that Leahey was running for election to the district attorney’s position at this time and would not have wanted to risk that by over turning what had been a high-profile murder case in that county. In effect, he abandoned my case and allowed the AEDPA’s time-limit to expire all while lying to me and my family claiming that there were no time limits.
My family then spoke to an attorney from New Mexico, Gary Mitchell, who claimed that he knew ways to “get around ” the expired time limits and convinced them to hire him to take over habeas proceedings for us. They did so and then HE failed to file anything until my uncle finally threatened to sue him. Then, a young lawyer who worked in Mitchell’s office, Timothy Rose, took over and filed a state habeas writ raising 4 claims: the Inneffective Assistance claim I’d wanted raised on direct appeal, denial of my 6th amendment right to confront witnesses against me, the denial of my right to a fair and impartial jury, and denial of due process. The court ordered evidentiary hearings on the inneffective assistance and 6th amendment claims, but 18 months later, they denied relief simply stating that my attorney had based the 6th amendment claim upon a non-retroactive case and not even addressing the other claims. We were then informed by Rose that his boss, Mitchell, had lied to us about being able to get around the expired AEDPA time limit and were left high-and-dry.
Not knowing what else to do, my family hired yet another attorney, Mick Mickelsen, to look into our case. While he was preparing to file a successive writ, we discovered that THE KEY WITNESS AGAINST ME DURING TIRAL, CO-DEFENDENT JASON TRENT, LIED TO MY JURY REGARDING A PLEA AGREEMENT. Both he and the DA claimed that he had received a 99-year sentence in exchange for his testimony. However, long after I’d been convicted in large part due to his testimony and sent to prison, he was actually given only TEN years.
Mickelsen quickly filed a successive state writ based upon this new discovery of prosecutorial misconduct as well as re-raising the 6th amendment claim with the assertion that the court had erred in failing to consider the merits of the claim in the prior writ. The court denied the writ without even hearing it.
Mickelsen said that my case was a true “miscarriage of justice” and expressed his regrets that he hadn’t been able to do more to fix it. I went on to file a federal writ pro se, raising an actual innocence claim with the underlying constitutional violations of my rights to effective assistance of counsel at trial, to confrontation of witnesses, to due process, and to a a fair and impartial jury and a separate claim based upon Jason Trent’s lie regarding his plea agreement and the DA’s complicity in that lie. Because that lie had only recently come to light, that claim at least should have been considered timely. Yet, the district court show down my fedral writ as time-barred. Clearly, it didn’t matter how many constitutional rights had been violated in order to gain this wrongful conviction, I was just out of time. The 5th circuit denied my requests for Certificate of Appealabilty and I was also refused ceriorari when I applied to the U.S. Supreme Court.
Not long after that, there was a glimmer of hope when the Innocence Project of Texas, who had accepted my case three years earlier, notified my wife that they were ready to begin investigating my case. To my knowledge, no one ever contacted any of the witnesses in my case nor sought out the potential alibi witness I’d told them about, but a few months later, I received a letter from one of their representatives telling me that, although they believe I am innocent and am a “victim of a broken system”, there was nothing further they could do for me.
On the tail end of that disappointment came another gasp of hope when Bill Windsor informed my wife that he wanted to include our case in a documentary he was making about the broken justice system entitled “Lawless America”. He met with my family and interviewed and filmed my uncle Chris Payne. Afterwards, he posted the interview on the Lawless America site along with a comment that mine was the “worst case of injustice” he’d ever come across. This caught the attention of a group calling themselves The Texas Writ Writers Association who contacted my family and said they wanted to help me fight my conviction and requested my legal files. Nothing ever came of this and my wife eventually had to drive to Dallas to retrieve our records. While there, she ran into Mickelsen, the attorney who had filed my successive state writ. He told her that new cases involving Actual Innocence Claims had been ruled on that he believed he could use to get my case back into the courts. He took our files and we felt that we had hope again. However, a few months later, he informed us that he couldn’t help us after all because of the Actual Innocence claim I had previously filed in my pro se federal habeas writ.
We have contacted numerous innocence groups and spoken to different attorneys since, but little else of consequence had been done in my case.
Juanita Green was shot three times in her bed on October 19, 1994. I was convicted of agreeing to murder her for a mere $400. The state claimed that the victim’s then 14- year old granddaughter, Melanie, offered to pay me to shoot Green because she wouldn’t let her date Josh Humphries. There were six kids charged in this crime: Melanie Green, who was acquitted on the charges of hiring me; 19-year old Josh Humphries, who received a Life sentence; myself; 19-year old Jason Trent, the aforementioned co-defendant who testified at my trial that he’d received 99-years in a plea agreement but only received ten years’ Dale Streckfuss, who received a plea agreement of 8 years, and; Brandi Middaugh, who received a plea agreement of five years.
I was arrested and brought to trial because when Humpries was brought in for questioning regarding the murder, he accused me of having committed the crime. Detectives questioned the 19-year old for hours in what turned out to be a 160-plus page confession. Initially, when they asked him whether I was possibly involved in the crime, he truthfully told them I had nothing to do with it. Then, after bringing up my name numberous times, they pointed out that, of the group of kids he’d been hanging around with, he was the only one who knew the victim. He admitted that fact, then was told that “it didn’t look good for him” and was asked if, since he claimed he wasn’t the killer, he was willing to go to jail for “someone else’s crime”. At that point, detective Snow Robertson suggested a bathroom break. The taping stopped for a full 20 minutes and, once it resumed, Humphrie’s story had completely changed. He was suddenly claiming that I was the shooter in the crime and he was just a bystander. Yet, when they asked him, (whom I’d only met for the first time a few weeks prior and only a couple of times after that), to describe me, he said I was “about 6 feet tall” and “180 pounds” where I was only about 5′ 6″ and maybe 130 pounds, that I was “half-mexican” when, in truth, I am blond-haired blue-eyed, and he claimed that I was from California which also was far from the fact. He obviously didn’t even know who I was, much less went with me to kill someone as he was suddenly trying to claim.
Regardless, based upon that bogus, coerced, and self-serving “confession” and because one of Humphrie’s friends, Johnny Rowton, told police in response to questioning that i was involved in the murder, I was arrested at my mom’s home on the morning of October 21, 1994, and charged with capital murder.
The “evidence” used against me at trial consisted of the following:
>The 163-page transcript of Josh Humprie’s previously-mentioned confession which was given to the jury in spite of Humnphrie’s refusal to take the stand at my trial;
>Co-defendant Jason Trent’s testimony in which he claimed he was with me when I supposedly shot the victim;
>The hearsay testimony of two of Humphrie’s friends who claimed I told them I’d committed the murder;
>My .22-caliber rifle which one of those two friends, Johnny Rowton, had given the police and claimed it was the murder weapon when they questioned him at Brandi Middaugh’s house, and ;
> The testimony of detective Snow Robertson who claimed that, at the time of my arrest, I “blurted out” a confession that, with all the people who were present, only he heard.
The evidence that points to my Innocence is as follows:
> In Humprie’s confession, not only did he initially tell detectives that I had nothing to do with the crime, but that, once they frightened him into falsely accusing me in an attempt to save himself, he described someone who didn’t resemble me in the slightest. Hence, even IF he did go with someone else to commit the murder, it wasn’t ME.
>Jason Trent, the only alleged eyewitness to testify against me had every reason to testify to anything the DA told him to since he faced life but, contrary to his testimony at trial, only received TEN YEARS.
> When the FBI tested my .22-caliber riffle against the bullets removed from the victim’s body and fired .22 shell that was retrieved from a dumpster along with the victim’s stolen and discarded belongings, the bullets could not be matched to my gun and, more importantly, the spent shell casing was ruled to DEFINITELY NOT have been fired from my gun but from some other .22-caliber firearm.
>Facts discovered after my trial support my assertion that I never “blurted out” ANYTHING to Snow Robertson and that he just made that up. One, he was dating the assistance DA who helped try my case and had motive to help her gain a murder conviction. Most tellingly, it was proven that he had a pattern of making unsupported claims of these backseat confessions in evidentially weak cases. Two and a half years after my trial, he made a similar claim in another young man’s trial. Fortunately, that kid’s judge was the same who had presided over my trial and his attorney had represented one of my co-defendants. That attorney pointed out Robertsons pattern and the judge disallowed Robertson’s testimony regarding the alleged “blurted” confession.
>Following my trial, one of the jury members came forward and told my lawyers that another juror, Max Ford, who had claimed during voir dire proceedings not to know anything about or anyone involved in my case, had actually turned out to be a family friend of detective Snow Robertson’s. He kept this fact to himself until other jurors, during deliberations, began discussing acquitting me due to disbelief in Robertson’s testimony. That’s when Ford the other jurors that he had been long-timed friends with Robertson’s father, that he came from a good family, and that he wouldn’t have lied about the “blurted” confession. Then, those doubting jurors voted to convict me.
> I had an alibi witness, Ronald Richardson, who saw me passed out at an apartment across town from the crime scene at the time Humphries and his friends claim I was committing the murder, but my trial attorneys never called him to testify.
>The state claimed that Melanie Green, the victim’s granddaughter, offered me $400 to kill her, but Green was ACQUITTED. How can I, (or anyone else, for that matter), be guilty of murder-for-hire if no one’s guilty of hiring?
I have tried to keep this as succinct as possible as I know you receive many letters every day, but I hope I have given you enough information for you to see and understand just how unjust my conviction is and what a travesty of justice my trial and the ensuing appellate process has been in this case. I and/or my family will, of course, be more than happy to fill in any blanks, answer any questions, and provide documentations to support everything I’ve shared with you as well as anything else you need or want to see.
I hope with all of my heart that you might be able to help me and my family somehow. Either way, I thank you again for your time and for being a source of hope and a point of light in the darkness.
Isn’t it a sad irony that the people who preach “tolerance” so fiercely are fiercely INtolerant when another person voices an opinion that opposes whatever belief or stance they are trying to impose upon the rest of society? Apparently, we are supposed to only be “tolerant” of THEIR opinions and only exercise our freedom of speech if we speak in agreement with these oh-so-tolerant people.
I saw on the news today that a christian rapper named “Bizzle” has come under attack, not for spouting the vulgarity and immorality so prevalent in hip-hop today, but for making a rap that spoke on the beliefs he holds, in accordance with the Christian Bible, regarding homosexuality. Specifically, Bizzle’s song is a response to Mackemore’s pro-gay marriage song speaking out in opposition to gay marriage. The backlash has been awful, Bizzle even receiving death threats.
The point is not whether we agree with Bizzle, but whether or not people who are so vocal in demanding tolerance should be so intolerant and quick to attack a Christian man who si doing nothing more than voicing his own beliefs in a song. Seems to me, some folks have forgotten the golden rule: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” You want tolerance? Then give it when faced with opinions and beliefs different from your own. Otherwise, you are the bigot you would accuse the next man of being. There is no room for double-standards.
To Bizzle, I send kudos and respect for being brave enough to speak out in opposition and express the “unpopular” opinion in such a public manner. Just remember that Jesus warned of the persecution true Christians would suffer in His name and, as you face it, stay strong. God bless and keep you head up, brother.
To everyone else, I say once more, whether or not you agree with Bizzle, tolerate his opinion if you expect tolerance for your own. Practice what you preach or close your mouth. It’s simple.
The latest news reports reflect that, in 2013, 87 people were finally exonerated for crimes that they had been convicted of and sentenced to prison or death for. (Thirteen of those were in Texas alone.) Those numbers may not be as shocking as they should be considering that every single one represents one of your neighbors, co-workers, friends, family members, and citizens just like yourselves who were snatched from their daily lives and ground up by the wheels of a broken legal system for absolutely no reason. In addition, while this handful of wronged people were eventually vindicated, for every one of them, there are hundreds who have not and, barring drastic changes to the “justice” system, may never be.
Nearly every case that is overturned that way involves biological DNA evidence. However, while the current, nonsensical procedural crime dramas so prevalent on TV would mislead us to believe that a rime can’t be committed without some sort of biological evidence being left behind, the TRUTH is that a thousand more are obtained without it. Thus, it would stand to reason that for every person exonerated through DNA testing, there are a thousand more innocent people in whose cases it is not available and who may, therefore, never find vindication. These people will rot and likely die in prison- for absolutely no wrongdoing. How is that okay in a so-called democratic, free nation?
Change is possible. For starters, the trial process should be drastically amended to removed the “beyond a reasonable doubt” standard relied upon irrational to the next. Before we’re allowed to brand someone a criminal for the rest of their life and condemn them to spend decades removed from their loved ones or to be executed, we should have to be able to say beyond the SHADOW of ANY doubt that the person committed the crime and that they are deserving of such a severe punishment.
Additionally, the system needs to be reminded of the value of second chances. The key should very rarely be thrown away on a first offender and NEVER on anyone who is too young to legally buy a beer. Prisons are filled with people who were sentenced to insane amounts of time at 18 or 19 years old. Ten years later, they are not even the same people who their respective juries sent away and yet they still face decades behind bars. For young men and women, the focus should be more on rehabilitation, not retribution. The maximum sentence for anyone under the age of 21 should be ten years . This is a reasonable amount of punishment that would still give the youngsters an opportunity to “reset”, learn a vocation and/or get a degree, and come out ready and able to make wiser choices than the kid who went in. This would also be at least a little bit of a safeguard against a young INNOCENT person losing their entire lives to the miscarriages of justice that occur in the U.S. courts every day.
Change is possible. First, we have to know that it is necessary. It could truly be you or your brother/ sister/ father/ mother/ son/ daughter ground up by the system and not fortunate enough to be one of the handful of eventual exoneration. I know. I never would have thought it could happen to me, either.
Second, we have to CARE. Remember that, as you read this, there are thousands of men and women in American prisons who don’t deserve to be, sitting in cages far away from everyone and everything they love and hoping that someone will care enough to start the changes that will someday bring them home again.
Most definitions that you find for “husband” are all basically the same:
A man joined to another person in marriage; a male spouse.
A male partner in marriage.
A married man, especially when considered in relation to his partner in marriage.
And….. according to “Urban Dictionary”:
Someone who has your back when you need it, but knows when to get the hell out of your way when he has to. Useful for fixing things, keeping you warm, and that fuzzy soft happy feeling that he usually creates.
What do I think a husband is?
Someone who is your number one fan. Someone who won’t let you settle to be anything less than you can be. Someone who encourages you to be the best you you can be. Someone who makes your goals and dreams there own, and helps you meet them. Some one is whatever you need in the moment; strong when you are weak, relaxed when you are stressed, etc. Some one who will tell you when you are wrong, but praise you when you are right. Someone who wants what is best for you no matter what. Someone who will fight your fight, before fighting there own. Someone who will put you priority above anyone or anything. Someone who listens when you can’t shut up; and knows what you are thinking when you don’t have the words. Someone who wants to make you smile everyday. Someone who’s voice can bring peace to your soul. Someone who’s hug make you forget the world.
My list can go on and on….
My point is that a husband can be many things, to different people. Just depends on who you are asking. I know several people who if asked what a husband is to them they’d probably say something like “jerk” or “worthless”…. I say that joking- but it’s also a sad truth.
Anyway, my motivation behind this blog was this letter my husband wrote me. I had told him about our daughter who found a dollar on the floor at the school library. I asked her what she did with it when she found it and she said she gave it to the librarian. I told her how proud of her that I was, that she did the right thing, and she looked at me like I was crazy, as if to say “what else would I have done with it?”
This is what my husband wrote me:
“That IS something to be proud of. That’s when you know a person is good through and through is when they do something like Bre did when she turned in that dollar and they’re surprised that you’re proud of them. It’s like it never even occurred to her to do otherwise. I LOVE that kid. She totally has YOUR heart and kind, honest nature. I’m so proud of YOU for instilling such amazing values and morals in the kids and for being such an excellent example. I adore you.”
That right there, to me, is the very picture of a husband- a GREAT husband!!
It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t financially support me, or that we live in the same house right now. I am married to MY very definition of a husband, and that my friends is ALL that matters!!
“Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word.”Ephesians 5 25-26
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