| No answers. No
assurances. No promises of the future. No telling whether the
next meal will find its way to our table. No telling whether the
roof over our head will be there come morning. No telling
whether the fragile family we have formed will last beyond
tomorrow. All we are being left with is the hope that what the
future brings will be better than what the present holds.
There is love. Yes, there is love. But it is being drowned
slowly under a thousand daily pressures, each more urgent than
the last.
There can be no denying that the hardest of times are upon
us. I can see it reflected in her eyes every time I look at her.
I can see the pained look. I can see the thoughts of worry, and
the slow rise of panic that threatens to overtake her. And yet
still, somehow, she endures. When frustration and anguish
finally gives way to exhaustion, I can see her staring back at
me with eyes filled with worry and fear, comfort and love.
I can only imagine what she sees in my eyes. I pray that she
sees the confidence that I wish I could believe. I pray that she
senses my commitment to give her everything that I can till I
have nothing left. I pray that she knows, without a shadow of a
doubt, the deep and unending love that I have for her.
But most of all I pray, dear God I pray, that she does not
see my desperation. |