A successful marriage is made up of two good forgivers.
I think losing a loved one must be a little like losing a leg. First there is the shock, then the anesthetic, and the painkillers; the attention of doctors and nurses, flowers and cards and visits from friends. But sooner or later you have to learn to walk without it.
We cannot pray and remain the same.
Just pray for a tough hide and a tender heart.
Pity the married couple who expect too much from one another.
God has not always answered my prayers. If He had, I would have married the wrong man -- several times!