A letter to my husband. As long as he holds my hand everything will be ok.
Whenever you hold my hand I know that everything will be ok. Even when our life is messy and I’m not sure when things will be ok again. Even if the world is cold and my people threaten to steal my happiness. Whenever you hold my hand I know that I will be ok.
Whenever our home is invaded with for every side and I don’t know when I’ll feel at peace again. Whether the enemies are big or small, obvious or hidden, real or all in my imagination I can sleep at night because you hold my hand.
Whenever men and women enter my life and try to tear me down you still believe in me. Whenever injustice and hatred shake me to my core you give me strength. Whenever others tell me that I am nothing you give me the courage to pursue my dreams. And I hold my head up high because you hold my hand.
The road before is obscured and I don’t know where to turn. I don’t know which way is the right way. Even when it feels like God is silent and I don’t know what to do next. Whenever you hold my hand and pray I know that everything will be ok.
Even whenever we argue and I stubbornly want you to see my way and you only want yours I know that because you hold my hand everything will be ok.
Sometimes life is sweet but other times life is hard. But you don’t give up on me and you assure me that everything will be ok.
Better days are coming. This is only one small chapter of our life.
And I will be ok, because you hold my hand.
Now it’s your turn? What brings you comfort whenever life is hard?