You’ve been my One and only for over a decade.
Throughout my difficult stages of life, You held me tightly and whispered sweet promises over me.
At night, You gave me songs to raise to You. Songs to ground me.
When others tried to take Your place, or to disparage the masterpiece You made,
You gave me the courage to say no, to advocate for myself, and to choose You
over false imitators of Your love.
Because my Ishi, You have shown me love.
We both know that my parents’ marriage demonstrated what love shouldn’t look like.
You don’t want that for me.
My Ishi, You’ve etched the carvings of Your character on my heart.
It pumps and beats in tune with Your word.
My Ishi, You have loved me perfectly. Perfect love casts out fear.
You are the only One I allow into the dark spaces my mind goes.
I have felt what seemed like Your absence and it ripped me apart.
I missed You, I missed feeling Your arms around me,
Your nail-scarred hands, touching my cheek when I cried.
Ishi, I knew You were there.
You were hiding and I was searching.
You waited for me to lift my eyes to Abba’s right hand,
to call upon Your name,
and to trust in You for an answer.
On the days that my depression left me in bed for every moment of daylight,
my Ishi was there.
When my lips couldn’t form the words to express my despair,
You formed them for me, interceding for me.
Ishi, You are with me wherever I go.
I know what it’s like to feel as if I’ve lost You, my best friend.
You are the only One I simply cannot live without,
as You are the One who twice breathed life into me.
But, You promise to be with me always, even until the end of the age.