For years, I prayed silently for my husband to join me in church. Every Sunday morning, I would wake up early, dress the children, and walk out of the house alone while he remained behind, glued to the TV or entertaining friends.
It hurt me more than I ever admitted. I felt like I was carrying the spiritual load of the family by myself, and every time I saw couples worship together, my heart sank.
I tried everything gentle reminders, soft encouragement, and even long talks late into the night. But his answer was always the same: “You go, I’ll join you another day.” That day never came. Even worse, our….CONTINUE READING
