I Needed to Know He Loved Me

I Needed to Know He Loved Me

I used to be so polite when my husband and I were first married, “Excuse me, Sweetheart …” and “Please, Dear, would you … .”  It was easy for my husband to love me then. But during one recent argument, I wondered when I learned to be so hateful toward my spouse....
Obsessing Over Love

Obsessing Over Love

The whole world seems obsessed with love. The music industry, Hollywood, and thousands of years of literature have focused on the idea of loving and being loved. Someone said, “I once asked an old man: Which is more important—to love or to be loved? He replied: which...
From Winter to Spring

From Winter to Spring

My young son, looking out the window at dark dead trees against a foggy gray sky, uttered this profound question, “What is it about winter that causes so many flowers to bloom in spring?” If a person visited earth in winter, he would have no idea that in a few short...