I try to have a conversation with God about my marriage. I’m annoyed with my husband, and I want to tell God how righteous I am and how unreasonable my husband is.
Instead, God reveals to me my failure to honor Him: money spent on worthless indulgences, time wasted in pointless internet clicks, foolish imaginations set off by degenerate shows and stories. It’s not about the activity itself, it’s about the damage to our relationship.
I’ve been cheating on God. I’m “having an affair” with the world.
