A lifetime ago…

I started this blog years ago at a time in my life when I was anxiously waiting on "prospective him," pursuing my Master's in Public Health, and leading the active lifestyle I had always hoped for. Reading some of my drafts and previous posts, I see a faith relationship that I miss and I can …

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Feeling Hopeless? Anxious? Overwhelmed?

There is so much we are challenged by in life and sometimes it's hard for even the most positive person to overcome that feeling of defeat. I've seen people who normally don't get anxious be hit by struggle after struggle and lose the ability to cope. I've experienced personally, the ability of the devil to make us …

Struck down but not destroyed.

You know that awful feeling when you've done something wrong? That anxious guilt at the pit of your stomach? Or the nervousness of facing the consequences and not knowing how things will turn out? We've all felt the weight of sin, regardless of whether we believe in God or not. Guilt and darkness and negativity …

I wasn’t ready for marriage

For any of you who have thought about the “practicality” of living together or debated how ready you are for marriage, I think this post is a great reminder that you can’t control for everything. At some point, you have to take a risk and you just have to move forward. That’s not the “end all” answer for every situation, but I feel this post is a good reminder of what’s important.

The Matt Walsh Blog

I met my wife on eHarmony. I was a morning rock DJ in Delaware, she was living in Maryland and finishing up her degree. I drove two and a half hours to pick her up for our first date. I spent most of my bi-weekly paycheck on tickets to a dinner theater in Baltimore. The rest went to gas and tolls.

And that’s the way it would go for the next year and a half (minus the dinner theater part). Once a week, I’d spend money I didn’t have and drive the 260 mile roundtrip to see the love of my life. Sometimes I’d sleep for a few hours in the guest room at her mom’s house, waking up at 2AM to head back to the coast for my 5:30AM radio show.

I was very tired back then.

And broke.

Lord, was I broke.

She’d take turns driving my way, burning gas she couldn’t afford to burn and…

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