Last November, Carrie Underwood was walking her dog, tripped and fell, leaving her with a broken wrist and a gash in her face that required 50 stitches.
When I got married, I was disappointed with the friendship between my wife, Raquel, and me.
I was five years old when I walked into my mother's bedroom and told her I wanted to give my life to Christ.
When my youngest daughter was three, she was a handful.
I sat on a bench in a beautiful cemetery visiting with the woman who would be my wife and tried to ignore my sad, racing heart.
Jennifer Anistons are everywhere, failing at life in some way, and we can't help but talk about it or at least listen to others when they do.
One night during my first year of marriage, my wife and I got into a big argument that I haven't forgotten. It's not the argument that was memorable, though – it's the way it ended.
I recently got into a brief argument with my wife over something totally minor.
It was the crack of dawn and I couldn't stop looking over at the woman a few feet away from me on the beach. I had come to watch the sunrise and she was getting on my nerves.
A lot of young couples have no idea what a gift they have in each other.