God who counts hairs, I am tired of keeping score. This marriage feels like a ledger I can't balance. I don't know how to love better right now.
Thank You for seeing the effort I don't feel. Thank You for knowing the love that is buried under the hurt. Thank You for not waiting for me to get it right.
Steady my hands. Loosen my jaw. Remind me that forgiveness starts small.
I keep thinking I need to fix us before I can feel close again. That is a lie I keep reaching for.
Sit with the mess. Don't rush the repair.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.