A silly mistake.
I should have brushed it off and laughed, turned it into a funny story, and moved on.
But I didn’t. I almost let it ruin the night.
I wanted to be mad. I wanted to stay mad. And I made sure he knew it. I ignored his apologies, rolled my eyes with all the drama I could muster, and gave some of my best hateful looks.
Because, well… I’m not perfect.
Then he did something that stopped me in my tracks. He outstretched his hand across the table. Our eyes met.
In that instant, we turned into middle school kids again, barely able to contain our giggles.
I tried to hold my poker face—but it was no match for the man across from me. He knows me too well.
My body was screaming anger, but my heart whispered grace.
Because that’s what we’ve learned: the key to a strong, happy marriage isn’t perfection—it’s grace. Bucket loads of it. And when you think you’ve given enough, give a little more.
Grace when your husband sends you on a wild goose chase because he didn’t check the map.
Grace when your wife is being a total jerk.
Grace when your husband forgets what you needed at the store.
Grace when your wife forgets—again—to wash your socks.
Grace when your husband is working long hours and you’re lonely.
Grace when your wife is angry and feeling invisible.
We’re called to give grace because it has been freely given to us.
It’s not always easy. Some days, it feels impossible. But it can change everything.
Grace is the compass that guides a marriage. It’s the silent, steady force that shapes its direction.
And it must be brought to the table—day after day—especially when we don’t feel like it.
Grace is everything.
