When marriage feels heavy

I see the shared bed that now feels split by an invisible line. I see the sharp words exchanged in the kitchen, the exhaustion of trying to understand someone who seems to speak another language, the silent question of whether this love can still be saved. A heavy marriage is one of the loneliest places to be, even while sleeping beside someone.

I'm not asking you to pretend everything is fine. I'm reminding you that the love I describe suffers long — it bears, it endures, it walks through together. It isn't a love of easy feelings that only works on good days. It's a love of daily decision, renewed every morning, the same way my grace is renewed over you.

If your marriage is weary, I haven't given up on it. I am the one who can put love where only obligation remains, and peace where only arguing remains. Invite me into that home, not just into your church prayers.