I am aware of the underworld of sex tourism in Colombia and I am aware that there are many strip clubs, and brothels in Medellin.
Strippers and hookers are not the type of girls that I date, so I will not be referring to that in this post. My situation is a little different than most foreigners here in Colombia.
After the second glass of water, I realized, (I wear an indwelling catheter, and my bladder empties into a bag attached to the side of my leg.) I look down, and I know I’m going to spring a leak on this nice carpet. I think it is going to be a great encouragement and blessing, especially to those who may be facing some challenges in their marriage.
Can you remember one of the first disappointments in your marriage? We married in July; the honeymoon ended the first Monday night in September.
): We’re at the restaurant and Ken is cutting up my shrimp, placing the napkin on my lap, putting the special spoon in my arm splint. He pushes me to the restroom alcoves, and I said, “I’m not going into the men’s room.” He said, “You think I’m going to go into the ladies’ room? As Ken was emptying my bag on that tree, he started humming this little ditty: “Where Joni goes, nothing grows.” Right away, I thought, .
I’m so nervous and thirsty, so I ask him to keep giving me drinks. Here was a guy who loved Christ and who had a real sense of humor about my disability. Actually, we just finished writing a book that came out this month called . Nancy: I had a chance to read a pre-release version.
Now that social media networks and online dating sites are the norm, we’re no longer limited to socializing with the people we’re likely to meet at work, at school, or through the sometimes painful world of blind dating.
Even on my blind date with Ken (which I wrote about here), it never crossed my mind to reach for the check!
So how had I, after hundreds of dates with this man, suddenly begun conveying the message that I would be the one to pay? But either way–the waitress obviously thought I deserved it.
I’ve got Kay Arthur’s Bible study, my Bible, a pink pen, yellow pen, green pen, and purple pen. I think it’s important that my husband go fly-fishing. Sometimes when things get a little testy, I ask, “Isn’t it time for you to go fly-fishing? I may not be able to whip him up an omelet, fold his underwear, iron his shirts, or make his bed.
And there is Ken over at the refrigerator loading up his arms with Ortega chili and salsa, chips, and Coke. You know, we always pray for other people, and God ends up changing our own heart.
We can simply let our fingers do the walking and easily make contact with everyone from fascinating locals to mysterious strangers from the far corners of the world.