When I looked at my hand this morning, I had so many thoughts run through my head.
I thought of the things that have made me weak as a person. My health, my past, my sins. I thought of how I let those things control me for so many years. Then, I thought about a man. A man who has made me strong. A man who had the courage and wisdom to help me see my strengths.
I thought of the many people who have abandoned me. I thought of the family who doesn't even acknoweldge me. I thought of how broken that makes me feel. I thought of that man again, the one who makes me feel whole again. Who loves me even when I'm unloveable.
I thought of the many friends whom I have always looked to for support. The ones I trusted with all of my heart and that are now gone for whatever reason. The thought, again. That man, again. The one that promised to be my best friend forever.
When I looked at my hand, I knew that God was reminding me that I'll always have someone in my life left to help me, when all of the others have gone.
He is the one who said "I love you", and meant it.
The one who said, "To have and to hold from this day forward."
The one who said, "For richer or poorer."
The one who said, "Till death do us part."
When I'm alone and I need a friend, or someone to hold my hand, I am reminded of this man who said, "I do."
The only thing left for me to say is, "Okay, I let you."
