Stop. For a Moment.
The smallest things make the biggest impact on our lives. Our husbands are fighting. They are being hunted. Especially the good ones. The great ones, destined to set trails ablaze for generations to come. Wrong place. Wrong time. That is their crime. Too tall. Too dark. Too brave. Too muscular. Too smart. The very thing they seek for their own. The very thing that makes us feel safe around our fine, distinguished brothers. That is their crime. Stop the cycle. Break the chains. Walk in only with the full armour of God. Drape yourself in white garments. So you can wave them at the first sign of danger. So you can rally your brothers together against the force of darkness. Help them to see the dangers, teach them to see two steps ahead. Their deep and stoic voices trigger anger, hatred, bringing back times of divide, times of inequality. We. The wives. Sisters. Mothers. Stand at the front lines. Protecting our own. Shielding them on our knees. Drawing strength for the battle each day. In