Challenged by Love
I used to think marital sacrifice meant picking up dirty socks without complaint or spending an hour in the kitchen to prepare a nice meal. The sickness part of my vows symbolized nothing more than making chicken noodle soup for a nasty cold and the occasional run for saltines and Gatorade during flu season.
The big stuff, the hard illnesses, would come later in life. Or so I thought. I was certain that by then I would be the kind of super wife who would serve her husband well.
I was taken by surprise when life-threatening illness hit our home—and even more surprised when it happened to me. I’d been strong and healthy
Being A Father
Being A Father
by Kurt Bruner
Early in the morning of July 25, 1990, I became something God has always been—a father. It happened again two, seven and 10 years later when my other children came along. Now I spend my days experiencing the good and the bad of what it means to be somebody’s daddy, to be the highest earthly representation of a heavenly person for my children.
I can relate to how God must feel as our heavenly Father. I represent God’s stability, provision and strength. In my mind I glimpse moments that show something of how He must feel, snapshots tucked away in the heart’s photo album.
Click—I recall the flutter of life and the sense of awe that another human being, my child, would soon journey into a new world.
A Committment of Passion
by Sue Cameron
On your wedding day, you vowed to give your heart . . . and your body
When my friend Ashley* shared that her marriage was in trouble, I asked, “Are you intimate on a regular basis?”