Lord, Keep Them Safe

There has been a lot of unrest recently centered around police officers, and incidents that resulted in the death of a black individual. This has reached extensive measures, to the point where protestors are calling for the death of officers, and disbandment of the police force. 

I'll be honest, I am terrified. I watch my warrior suit up in his armour every night. I watch him fasten his buttons, his duty belt, clip his holster shut. And I pray that he puts on the armour of God as he walks out into the night. 

What people don't see is his heart. They don't see how genuinely he loves his friends and family. They don't see the 5 year old little boy dressed in a haloween costume, already certain he wanted to be a cop. They don't see the effort it took him to get there. They don't see that he wants to make a difference, wants to make the world a better place.

He is walking out that door with the purpose of saving lives. I hope that he is never faced with a situation that requires him to pull the trigger, but I am confident that if he had to make the call between one and the masses, he would make the right decision. 

I never watched him walk out the door with more dread in my heart. I adore that man with every fiber of my being, and I'll stand beside him through all his decisions. I'll pray for his safety fervently, and count the moments until he makes it home. 

All I ask, is that you as the human populace see him as more than a uniform. Because he is my husband, and he holds my heart. 

Sleep well police wives, and know they are in the hands of the Lord. 

xoxo,

LRod 💙