Years ago my mother told me a funny story. A friend of hers was talking with her young son. The son was asking his mom about Easter because his mother had been practicing songs for the upcoming Easter program. After a little more discussion, he asked, “Are we going to hear the same thing again about Jesus dying on the cross?” To this day all of those ladies laugh around Easter time as they remember his innocent words. Sometimes I wonder if people are thinking the same about me. “There she goes again…talking about that whole pornography and infidelity thing again…can’t she just let it go and quit bringing up such an uncomfortable subject?” As a matter of fact, no. No, I can not. Because what you may or may not know is that there are countless…COUNT…LESS…couples who have been affected by this. I know this because I talk to them. I get texts from them. I get emails from them. I hear their hurt. I listen as they share that their dreams have died. I understand when they want to end it all. I’ve been there. But by the grace of God, I am not there anymore. The next five posts on my blog will consist of me telling our story again. I wrote about it last December but feel that it is too good of a redemptive story not to share again. Many of you who read my blog know about it. Others of you have heard me tell it first hand. A small few of you were there through those death-desiring days that I barely lived through. But, just because you know about it, don’t miss the opportunity to read it again. Not because of clever words I may use, but simply because the same resurrection power that raised Jesus Christ from the dead, also restored my marriage. If, after reading our story, you don’t know what to say, that’s okay. Sometimes, you just can’t find the words. If you aren’t the type to find yourself in situations that leave you speechless, Monday just might be a first for you. Lastly, I’d like to ask you to do someone a favor. Someone out there needs to read our story. Someone is going through their own living hell. Someone is in desperate need to know they are not alone. Someone needs to know that miracles still happen. If you know that someone, please send them to my blog. I have hope for them. His name is Jesus.