"The last time my husband and I got in an argument, I noticed my blood starting to boil. After a few minutes, I noticed my Bible was in my purse, near my feet. As we drove on in awkward silence, I thought about opening it and just reading 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 out loud."
"I got a quick kiss of course, but otherwise there was little time available for conversation. He seemed distracted and intent to leave on time. He didn’t even tell me he loved me."