“I sighed and looked at my husband, Roger, as he stared at the baseball game on TV. It’s pointless to even try to have a conversation with him, I told myself as pain and bitterness shot through me. We’d been together 35 years, and while we loved each other deeply, we had few things left in common and our marriage had fallen into an endless rut.
“I missed my husband and longed for a new closeness, but every day was exactly the same. I read marriage self-help books, tried to suggest ways we could spend quality time together, but nothing worked. So I began to bare my soul in prayer every morning, begging God to step in. I asked Him to change Roger’s heart, to change my heart. Because I knew I didn’t have the power to make things different. Only our Lord did.
“One morning just after sunrise, I felt Roger give me a tap. ‘I want you to see something,’ he whispered. I was puzzled, but I got out of bed, put on some clothes and followed him out onto the front porch. There, he had two mugs of coffee on the table, a plate of Danish and flowers from the garden. ‘What’s this?’ I asked, in shock.
“‘It’s a new day,’ he answered shyly. ‘I was making coffee and came out here looking at the first rays of sun, smelling the sweet morning air and…I missed you. I wanted to share this with you.”
“As I leaned in to kiss him, I felt God’s amazing handiwork. It was never too late to start anew in a marriage, in seeing glorious mornings and in believing, with God, all things are possible.”
—Debbie Lorenz, 58, Missoula, MT