Ashley Weis is a wife and mother who has a pain-filled past that no longer haunts her. After discovering her husband’s pornography addiction she thought she’d never heal, much less have a “good” marriage again. God has shown her that without rain, beauty never grows. Now, with a beautiful marriage and a heart that knows the radiance of hope, Ashley reaches out to other women through books about recovering from pornography.
When we get sick we often desire immediate relief of the symptoms (backache, headache, fever, etc.) and we are less concerned with the illness itself in the heat of the moment. We just want the…
After admitting their porn problem, a lot of men get angry and annoyed when their wives bring the subject up. The wife wants to heal and feels like she needs to communicate these things in…
When I first met George he said he always wanted to find a woman who loved Jesus more than she’d love him. He doted over the fact that I fit that criteria. I was so…
The following letter is a journal entry I wrote while going through the storm that porn brought to my marriage. Dearest Jesus, For so many months I’ve wondered if you even existed. How could a…
The devil is real. It took a long time for me to realize the depth of that truth. Of course I knew he existed, but I never gave much thought to him, and never cared…
As I battled with insecurities after discovering my husband’s porn addiction, I often blamed “the other woman” for my problems. I hated everything about her. Then, at some point during my healing process I started…
Tears. Every day. They saturated my pillows. George didn’t know I cried myself to sleep every night. He didn’t know I imagined those women all day and night, even in my dreams. He didn’t know…
Your insecurities will be a struggle for you for the rest of your life. That’s encouraging, isn’t it? It gets better, but it takes time and changes in your own life. I don’t normally tell…
Tears betray your pillow and meet your lips and you wonder how betrayal has become such a faithful word in your life. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You loved him when you said…
