“When Jason, my husband of 33 years, tearfully admitted to having an affair, the bottom of my world dropped out. Not wanting to lose each other, we immediately sought counseling. But unfortunately, I found the counselor’s techniques—his long soulful stares and his constant ‘How does that make you feel?’ questions—more irritating than helpful. To make matters worse, he would close each session by giving us a ‘homework’ assignment…as if heartache could be solved by an academic program.
“Since he was of little help to me, I’d lie next to Jason at night and silently pray, finding solace in the dark only to find it shattered at dawn when the poison of my husband’s betrayal would hit me again in full force.
“Before our next counseling session, I’d prepared myself to endure another hour of nonsense, but instead, the counselor asked us a surprising question: ‘When was the last time you prayed together?’ We looked at each other, remembering the early years when our shared faith and prayers had been the foundation of our marriage.
“My husband took my hand, bowed his head and wept, asking God for healing and forgiveness and for our marriage to center on His Word. This time, after I uttered ‘Amen,’ the calm didn’t evaporate. To my surprise, it sank more deeply into my heart.
“I glanced at the counselor as he gave us our next homework assignment: ‘Make God the glue that binds you together.’ Then he asked his favorite question, ‘How does that make you feel?’
“I squeezed Jason’s hand. ‘Hopeful,’ I responded as I finally saw God’s light shining through the darkness.”
—Jolene Caldwell, 58, Burlington, VT