Sometimes denial is easier than reality. The first Christmas after Gwen’s death I recall telling friends and family that I was fine whenever they asked how I was doing. Then I’d offer a reassuring smile. I even told myself...
I remember . . . her hazel eyes captured me so easily. I loved to make her laugh, and smile, and just . . . be happy. I sit in the dark now and gaze at the brightly colored...
One of the most important aspects of marriage is Kindling the Flame and Stoking the Fire. Those two things are similar, differing only in the fact that the first is getting things started—the later is heating them up and...
Often I speak about trusting God. Perhaps I’ve missed the point of suffering for Him, because I haven’t suffered—not really.
A patient recently asked me how my year has been. I sat for a moment to think over the past 12 months, and realized how much life has changed in one short year.
What is Santa bringing you for Christmas? That was the question we all loved to hear when we were kids. We didn’t know our parents were eagerly listening to find out what we would say to those who asked.