This highway called marriage is uncharted for every couple. No matter how well-equipped you are with prayers and advice for the journey, nothing prepares you adequately for the bumps and sharp curves that you encounter on the road.
He should have kept his silence, for no sooner had the words come out of his mouth than a hot sting flew across his face. His eyes watered immediately but he knew he could not cry; crying would invite more beatings. Why was his mother so violent?
Borketey and I had been having an emotional affair for four years. What started during the lockdown in 2020 as a harmless chat between two long-time friends who rarely got in touch developed quickly into an emotional attachment. In all the four years of our “affair”, we had never had any sexual involvement, even though he knew I wouldn’t turn him down.
Marriage is a bed of roses, and it comes with its share of thorns. The thorns do not diminish the beauty of the roses. If you want to get the rose, tread around the thorns cautiously.
Pictures, they say, are worth a thousand words. Images and videos are priceless time capsules, memories frozen in time forever. From the ancient cave paintings that adorned prehistoric dwellings to the digital masterpieces of today, humanity has always relied on images to preserve and share significant moments – from the first cry of a child
Now, here’s what I find curious: in Satan’s attempt to disprove Job’s integrity to God, he struck everything, including Job’s ten children, but he left Job’s wife. Job’s wife was neither killed nor struck with any disease. Why?
This story isn’t just about ancient history. It’s a powerful reminder of the lasting impact of our words. As parents, we are the first “prophets” our children encounter. Our words can shape them, build them up with love and encouragement, or tear them down with criticism.
As Father’s Day approaches (June 16th, 2024), let’s consider a father from the scriptures who faced a unique challenge: Joseph, the earthly father of Jesus Christ.
As Dorothy lay in his arms, unable to fall asleep because of the new things she had discovered, she concluded that the fairy tales had not done justice to the ending of their stories. She was definitely going to rewrite them with Duncan.
He looked into my eyes. I wished he would say the words I read in those brown eyes.
