"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
I don’t talk about my previous marriage that much anymore. In fact, many of you may not even realize that I wasn’t always married to the wonderful man I am now.
"God knows, I’m immature in terms of manhood, integrity, purity, how to treat a woman like you with sisterly love, but I know God is still teaching me, pruning me, and nurturing me to be the man that He designed me to be."
