12/06/2025
What God cannot do doesn’t really exist, but my son thinks otherwise(we will guide him accordingly)— that’s a story for another day.
Anyway, my lovely wife and I have been through serious mountains, hills, and valleys in our almost 8 years of marriage. Had it not been for God, I can tell you for free, we would be co-parenting now. That’s a fact. God has seen us through moments that were tougher than we ever imagined. But through it all, one thing stood out: we’ve always resolved our differences between ourselves, just the two of us.
There was a point we even considered going to a marriage counselor, and honestly, maybe we should have, but at the back of my mind, I feared it would be the beginning of our end. I felt that once we opened up our problems to outsiders, we would have started a journey of making our struggles public. And that wasn’t something I/ we were ready for.
Still, in the quiet of the night, with her crying herself to sleep and me sitting on the couch battling thoughts until sunrise, we chose to protect our children from the emotional weight we were carrying. I’d only sneak back into the bedroom just before they woke up, so they would never know the pain behind the smiles. Yet on Sundays, all Sundays, without fail, we’d all go to church together. Bible study? We were there. Marriage care group? We showed up, shared, encouraged other couples, and poured into their lives as if ours wasn’t hanging by a thread.
It was surreal. On one hand, we were speaking hope into other marriages, while on the other, ours was bleeding quietly. And still, my wife kept posting encouraging messages online, not because everything was okay, but because deep down, we both believed that this storm would pass. We knew our children needed both parents. We knew we had to fight, even if it meant limping to the finish line.
We trusted God to make it work. Separately, we prayed. Earnestly. Relentlessly. And though we were not perfect, we held on, because behind all the scars, pain, and sleepless nights, there was love. There was purpose. There was hope.
We came into this marriage with backgrounds we never fully shared, traumas we never fully processed, but we never allowed that to define our future. We may not have had a perfect past, but we’ve always had a willing heart. And that’s why, even when it felt like we were standing in the ashes, we kept choosing each other.
Because if there’s one thing we’ve learned: God doesn’t need perfection to do a miracle (1 Corinthians 1:27 – “But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise…”); just two broken people willing to believe again (Mark 9:24 – “I believe; help my unbelief!”). just two broken people willing to believe again.
And we did.
We still do.
And by His grace, we always will.
Always
