The Day I Found 30 Red Marks on My Husband’s Back — And Discovered a Truth That Shook Our Lives

Life after that day became simpler — quieter — but more precious.

We stopped worrying about the things that don’t matter. We cook together now, take evening walks with our daughter, and end every night with gratitude.

One evening, as we sat on the porch, David said softly, “Maybe this was God’s way of reminding us what’s truly important.”

He was right.

We learned that love is not measured in comfort or ease, but in how tightly you hold each other when the storm hits.

And as I look at the faint scars on his back — the marks that once terrified me — I see them now as proof of courage, truth, and the power of refusing to give in to darkness.