Pride caused the demise of an eighteen year Christian marriage. The marriage came to an end as a result of a slow leak in my marital tire. I became a forgetful hearer-and-doer. I not only failed to guard my heart, but I also never exercised myself to be kind and tenderhearted in the family, where it matters most. I failed to pursue love and allowed pride to rob me of seeing things God's way. I later found myself in the Valley of the Dry Bones. But God gave me the strength and the grace to move forward. I spent the next three years in search of a soul mate. I attended a house party for singles...