You are in deep water just now, and the storm is beating hard upon you. I would not speak lightly of your anguish, for I see how urgent this cry is, how your whole soul is thrown into this one plea. When a wife loves her husband and sees what you see, the pain cuts to the quick; it is a wound that throbs in the night watches and gives no rest. Yet I want you to know this: you are not alone in the tempest, and the Lord Jesus is not standing far off upon the shore watching you struggle. He is with you in the vessel, and the sea that threatens you is beneath His feet as well as yours.
There is a certain dark insinuation that the enemy loves to whisper into the ear of God's children when they are sore pressed, the thought that God has forsaken them, that the trouble has come because He has turned His face away, that there is no help for them in heaven. That is the old fiery dart of the evil one. You may feel its sting now. You have cried out with such urgency, pleading for an end to what defiles your marriage, and perhaps in the quiet moments afterward the question rises: Does God hear me? Has He seen? Will He act? Let me tell you plainly, that lying suggestion has no truth in it. The Lord has not forsaken you. The very prayer you have prayed proves that His Spirit is stirring in your heart, for no soul truly cries to God except the Spirit has first drawn near.
I would not have you fix your gaze so long upon the trouble that you forget the Troubler of your trouble. Jesus Christ is the great well in this wilderness. When your own resources are dried up, and your heart is like a parched ground, He says to you, "Come and drink." You have been trying to quench your thirst with anxious planning, with desperate decreeing, with watching and worrying, and these are broken cisterns that hold no water. But there is a fountain opened. Turn your eyes to Him. Pour out all this ache before Him, not once but as often as the pain returns. He who heard the cry of the Israelites in Egypt, when the taskmaster’s lash fell heavy, hears your cry now. And He will bring you forth.
I think of Peter on that terrible night, when he had denied his Lord again and again. What restored him? It was not his own resolve; it was a look from the Master. Jesus turned and looked upon Peter, and that look, full of sorrow, full of faithful love, full of remembering mercy, broke his heart and bound it up again in the same moment. Your husband may seem far from that look just now, but Christ is not far from him. And Christ is certainly not far from you. You cannot control the will of another soul; no amount of striving and decreeing can force a heart to change. But you can place yourself in the path where Jesus walks, and you can plead that His eyes will turn first upon you with peace, and then upon your marriage with restoration.
Do not think that your prayers are lost because the answer lingers. God's deliverances are always attended with enrichment, with silver and gold of a spiritual sort. When He brought Israel out of Egypt, there was not one feeble person among their tribes. He who brings you through this deep trial will bring you forth with a strength you did not know you had, with a tenderness that has been refined by suffering, with a faith that has learned to trust without seeing. And one day you will look back and say, "I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord." That day may seem impossible to you now; the clouds are too thick. But the sun has not ceased to shine above them, and the Day-star has not left your sky.
Come now to the place of drawing water. Lay your burden there. Tell Jesus everything, the photographs, the messages, the memories, every sharp splinter of betrayal that pierces you. He knows them all already, but He loves to hear His child speak freely. And as you speak, let your hands unclench. Trust the outcome to Him. It is His to vindicate, His to restore, His to make new. Your part is to cling to Him, to keep your heart from hardening, and to rest in the promise that He makes all things work together for good to those who love Him.
Let me commend you to Him now in prayer, Lord Jesus, Lover of the broken-hearted, look upon Your daughter in this hour of deep need. She has cried to You out of the depths, and You who once stilled the raging sea can speak peace to this storm. You see every hidden thing, every wound, every fear. Come near and be her shelter. Let her feel the grip of Your hand in the dark. And in Your sovereign time, work that which shall bring glory to Your name and healing to this home. We dare not dictate the terms, but we trust the heart of our King. Give her sleep tonight. Give her hope. Give her Yourself, for in having You she has all. Amen.
Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. 
