When I walked away and waited for the light rail afterwards I looked around at the usually bustling platform. Where once there were state workers waiting to hustle home the seats were taken by people returning from the Department of Health Services; their hands clutching the manilla envelopes concealing forms that would either lead to assistance or send them into the streets to live among the hundreds of faceless bodies already overflowing homeless camps.
Things are tight, the economy is unstable and our futures are uncertain. It is enough to cause intolerable stress; the kind that will break a marriage to pieces. As a wife, I find myself reaching for my husband's hand more often or laying my head against his chest to hear the sure sound of his heart beat. He is a stabling influence for me.
I should let him know that
"I know that things are tight right now.
It gives me peace to know, my husband,
that you will get us through this."
Word to the Wives ~ ~ God gave your husband the desire to protect and provide. Encourage him as he continues to press forward.