Joy Beth Smith

Hopelessness tells the lie that something in me is inherently unlovable and that dating is far too hard to yield such a good thing.

Marriage is not an indication of maturation — and singleness is not symptomatic of infantilism. May we live in these truths with confidence and joy.

Gray hairs and wrinkles and acne and crushed dreams are teaching me to abandon the life I imagined and embrace the one I have.

In friendship there’s vulnerability, depravity and, through it all, acceptance. A marriage covenant isn’t the only relationship that can model the gospel.

How would my life change if I believed my body was beautiful just as it is — not disgusting or acceptable or fixable but actually beautiful?

There is something to be said for mystique and mystery. So let’s be bold and brave but also cautious. Let’s be honest but patient. Let’s be clear but wise.