Iron Sharpens Iron: How to Speak Up when Something’s Bugging You in Marriage

by Sheila Wray Gregoire | Jan 20, 2020 | Resolving Conflict

How do you ACTUALLY confront your spouse when something’s bugging you? We’re in the middle of our iron sharpening iron series on the blog this month, where I’m talking about how marriage is supposed to make us better people. We’re supposed to...

PODCAST: How Iron Sharpens Iron

by Sheila Wray Gregoire | Jan 9, 2020 | Podcasts, Resolving Conflict

Are you using your influence in marriage so that iron is sharpening iron? We’re starting our January series on the blog, and I’m really excited about it! We’re talking about how marriage is supposed to help us grow to be better people, and I...

Podcast Extras: How to Handle Toxic Family Members at Christmas

by Sheila Wray Gregoire | Dec 12, 2019 | Podcasts

What do you do when your extended family is just plain crazy? Or at least you FEEL like they’re crazy? Today on the podcast I’m talking about how to handle toxic family members at Christmas. Listen in to the podcast here: Listen to the Podcast Here Browse...

You Don’t Have to Make Your Husband Happy, Your Kids Happy, or Your Family Happy this Christmas

by Sheila Wray Gregoire | Dec 4, 2019 | Emotional Connection, Theology of Marriage and Sex

Are you responsible for making your husband happy–or for making your wife happy? What about your kids? Do you owe them a happy life? Do you owe your parents a happy Christmas? I gave a speech at my daughter’s Katie wedding where I was trying to express a...

Can an Emotionally Abusive Marriage Heal?

by Sheila Wray Gregoire | Jan 21, 2019 | Resolving Conflict

Can a marriage emerge from emotional abuse to be healed–to feel whole and intimate? Last week was a depressing week on the blog. It really was a hard slog. I took an in-depth look at the book Love & Respect, and talked about how the Love & Respect...

Curse of Low Expectations for Teens

by Sheila Wray Gregoire | Jan 11, 2019 | Family, Parenting Teenagers

When I was a teenager I had a curfew of 11:00. I don’t know why I complied, and I’m not quite sure what my mother would have done if I hadn’t (I don’t think she’s sure, either). Yet while I may have grumbled about it, I was always home by...

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