A Christ Centered Marriage

          As a young girl, I always knew that my older brother and I were family. We fought like cats and dogs, but we loved each other nonetheless. However, I always knew that he was "half" me and half someone else. I remember once every couple months driving in the car with my mother behind the wheel, my bother in the passenger seat, and driving an hour to a man's house where Matt would spend the weekend. It took a while for me to really understand it, but this man was my brothers father and someone that made my mother very sad.           When I got a little older, I started picking up on little things that made it apparent that there had been a falling out between this man and my mother years ago. I knew what divorce was, but I never knew that it would plague the life my mother whom I loved (and still do). As time went on, and my brother got older, I started recognizing the pain in his eyes when he would come home from a weekend at his dads house. He wasn't hi