She had a faint smile on her face when she walked into my study. She sat down and we visited for a while and then I said to her, “How are you doing?” As soon as I said that, she reached over and picked up a Kleenex and began to wipe the tears away. She said, “Pastor, I didn’t intend to cry today.” I said, “That’s okay, somebody cries in here almost every day.” She said, “I don’t know where to begin. My marriage is falling apart.”