You know you married the right person when you keep wanting to wake him up to talk, rather than letting him sleep for two hours before he starts working night shift.
This Spring, I will officially end my career as indentured servant to medicine. I will also, God willing, marry the most Christ-like young man I have ever met. Most days, I am so delighted about these two prospects that I can hardly sort out where my relief ends and my joy begins.
Noted on the back of my door.
Agreed. The friends’ prayers are beautiful. The way he looks at her is breathtaking. It’s obvious it makes her come alive.
This is just beautiful. You can see love in their faces. This is what it’s supposed to look like. This nearly brought me to tears and I don’t even know these people! The vows, the praying, everything is beautiful!
An African American minister gives a series of thought-provoking counterarguments to the “Gay is the New Black” movement.
“Gay is not the New Black.”
Apparently, I am an idiot. And Bridezilla. And an absolute jerk.
God. I just want to survive until May. Help me be more like Christ. Give me a new name.
“Any secrets to staying married more than fifty years?” I asked the couple of octogenarians.
His eyes twinkled.
“My wife is a great cook.”
“We always said in a successful marriage the woman needs to be a good cook, and the man needs to be a little hard of hearing.”
This. Made. My. Day.
“The only thing I regret about being married to you is that I won’t have the joy of asking you to be my wife again.”
- Pa Wilder, Little House on the Prairie
“At the wedding I am at right now after they exchanged rings, the groom looked at the bride and said so reverently (and unplanned) I prayed for you for so long, my love- you are a testament to God’s faithfulness.”