In any event, that course of nonaction produced a deadly reaction. We gradually stopped talking to one another about our needs and feelings. Slowly but surely, we were becoming strangers living under the same roof. Early one Sunday morning, I was on my way to play some music for a local church. Healing often begins with confession, and I had, almost without knowing it, finally confessed my own bankruptcy to God about my inability to truly love.
Nobody has what it takes to love with a godly love . . .
I realized that instead of taking the initiative in talking, touching and praying with Sandi, I'd been busy feeling sorry for myself. I had been nurturing my pain and harboring anger toward my wife, which only created more distance between us. Help Sandi forgive me for not loving her well, just as you forgive me for not loving her well, just as you have forgiven her for not loving you well. Knit my family together by your Holy Spirit, and draw us closer to each other as you draw us closer to yourself. Save us from ourselves, Father.