
I took that confident (arrogant, really) mentality and applied it to our marriage. When we were first married, we fought a lot. There was so much that was new and felt out of control that it was easy to see there was a problem, and I set off to fix it. I tried and tried, and somehow I kept making things worse instead of better. This was a problem I didn’t know how to fix. I didn’t know which tools to use. I didn’t even know if the right tools existed. But I was determined to figure it out on my own. Jess and I were lifting the 200-pound board by ourselves, trying to get our marriage foundation secured, but it was throwing us around. We were weak with exhaustion, but I insisted that we couldn’t give up.
Jess had suggested we talk to the pastor that had married us and ask for help–at times she even pleaded–but I wouldn’t listen. I didn’t want to ask for help, and I thought she was weak for wanting it. If I’m being quite honest, I was ignoring God’s leading in our lives, and Jess was trying to follow it.










