A friend of mine and I are talking two to three times a week to "work" on her marriage.  Well, mine, too.

Yesterday, I jokingly told her that if God would give her a test at Judgment Day that asked her about all her husband's faults, she would ace the test.  After a good laugh, we sobered.  On Judgment Day, being an expert on the faults of our spouse will not help.  The point of comparison is, "Were you like Christ?"  Where I failed?  His mercy wipes out the ugly answer of my life and fills in "My Righteousness.  My holiness.  My sufficiency". 

The tears my spouse has caused me?  The wounds?  All my sorrows He bore on the cross will be gone forever.  He will gently wipe those tears from my eyes.

 And those faults of his gladly filled in during tense moments?  Actually, none of us would ace the test by reciting our pet complaints.  All those faults are the wrong answer.  They aren't there.  They will be once and for all washed under the same precious blood that washes me.