Taking Time to be Together
Life comes at you quickly when you’re married. Even without kids, there are a million things you need to take care of each day.
Is it any wonder that sometimes our marriages seem to get stretched a little thin?
Life comes at you quickly when you’re married. Even without kids, there are a million things you need to take care of each day.
Is it any wonder that sometimes our marriages seem to get stretched a little thin?
My parents have been married 50 years. They’ve been together for more than half a century and I am so proud of them. In a world that considers marriage disposable and covenants simply lose commitments, they’ve put a priority on growing a strong, long lasting foundation of love.
It’s impossible to grasp the amount of destruction and devastation that the recent earthquake has caused the nation of Haiti. In times like these it’s easy to see the news reports and feel helpless.
Sometimes in the midst of the loudness of the holidays, we miss the really quiet moments of Christmas that remind us how beautiful this time of year is.
Why does it seem so hard for successful people to stay in love? A quick glance at the news reveals a steady stream of top executives or world class athletes who have made costly decisions and mistakes when it comes to their marriages.
I’ve known my wife since the first grade. I’ve grown up with her, raised two children with her and had her in my heart for decades. And if there’s one thing we’ve both learned about marriage over the years it’s that great marriages take great work.
Sometimes, in my efforts to give everything I have to Chick-fil-A, I only bring leftovers home for my wife. And for some reason, that just doesn’t sit too well with Rhonda.
Last night I had the privilege to speak to more than 300 families in Langhorne, Pennsylvania. The topic? Family businesses.
When we describe love we like to use words like “fell” and “head over heels” and “fireworks.” But what if marriage and love and family was much more of a decision than we really knew? What if being in love was a beautiful act of intention started fresh every morning?
As a six-year-old, I could spot it right away. Little Rhonda, with her horn-rimmed glasses and a bad case of the cooties. In the first grade I decided to stay away from her lest I get infected.