After I Confessed My Mistake, My Wife Looked at Me in Silence, Then Said Something I Will Never Forget!

Every night, when I wake to feed our daughter or rock her back to sleep, I look at Sarah and remember what forgiveness looks like in its purest form: quiet strength. Compassion in the face of betrayal. Love that endures when it has every reason not to.

The Promise
I don’t believe in easy redemption. I don’t think anyone earns forgiveness. But I believe in second chances — not because we deserve them, but because some people are brave enough to give them.

Sarah did that for me. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure her grace wasn’t wasted.

Not perfect. But present. Faithful. Grateful.

That’s who I am now. And that’s who I intend to stay.