[ad_1] Most people see compromise as a good thing but what if the act of compromising kills love and passion instead? While compromising may be what happens naturally when there’s conflict, it’s how you both see the compromise that decides…
[ad_1] We can pick our friends, our lovers, and our spouses, but we cannot pick our family. They don’t even pick us, per se. Parents often plan to have children, but they don’t choose which one. They can’t. There’s no…
[ad_1] If you’d asked anyone, from church family to strangers on the street, they would’ve told you that, from the outside looking in, my relationship with my mom was perfect. Nobody had ever seen a closer mother and daughter. That’s…
[ad_1] After experiencing emotional abuse from my parents as a teen, I began therapy. Although therapy has been challenging, it has pushed me into growth and new insights. One of the vital lessons I learned in therapy is how to…
[ad_1] “Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior. Now as the church submits…
[ad_1] When a conflict or misunderstanding arises, it’s so easy to assume the worst about someone’s intentions. Our first response is to receive it as a personal attack. When we pause for a moment and ask if that’s what they…
[ad_1] In Galatians 6:2, Paul commands the young Christian church of Galatia to carry one another’s burdens as it fulfills the law of Christ. Have you ever thought about what that means or how that is to be applied to…
[ad_1] This past year, my husband and I have had a theme in our movie watching, senior living, and we’re not talking about high school seniors. As a hospice chaplain, he visits many seniors in their homes, assisted living facilities,…
[ad_1] “Why am I still single?” I remember asking God that exact question one night as I sat in my car after yet another fun-filled wedding—celebrating someone else’s love story while wondering when mine would begin. My eyes were filled…
[ad_1] Growing up, my grandparents weren’t just relatives I visited for annual holiday get-togethers or family affairs—they cared for me every day after school until my parents could get home from work. My earliest memories weren’t spent in a preschool…
