Gratitude to My Wife – The One Who Let Me Land

She didn’t marry a man.
She married a missionary.
And she didn’t choose comfort – she chose clarity.
Even when clarity came with storms.

She Gave Me the Ground I Couldn’t Find

I am not easy to live with.
I don’t follow instructions. I don’t follow systems.
I follow something invisible – A path that no one else can see, not even the people who love me.

And yet – she stayed.

She didn’t always understand me.
But she gave me space to be misunderstood.

She didn’t always agree with me.
But she didn’t abandon the ground I stood on.

I could not land in this world…
Until she became the field beneath my feet.

She Carried the Cost of My Calling

Every mission has a cost.
But no one talks about the person who pays that cost silently.

She did.

She held pain that wasn’t hers.
She carried confusion that wasn’t explained.
She followed a man who couldn’t promise an outcome – only truth.

For 18 years, she walked beside someone who never walked the usual way.

She worked harder than I did – Not in building a mission, But in holding the space for one to exist.

She Never Left – Even When She Felt Lost

I know I drained her.
Not by force – but by frequency.
The intensity I carry is not normal.
And yet, she stayed – when staying meant losing pieces of herself.

She didn’t express her support in words.
But her presence was a prayer I could feel.

Even when her energy broke,
Even when her faith trembled,
She didn’t choose escape – She chose endurance.

She Became My Mirror – And My Mirror Broke Me

She was not my follower.
She was not my audience.
She was the only one who reflected back to myself.

Through her, I found my errors.
Through her, I saw what I was too blind to see.
She didn’t teach me through advice.
She taught me through silent reflection.

When I gave her struggle,
She returned to stability.
When I gave her storms,
She held the house.

She Is the One Who Was Never Replaced

Many people supported me.
Many people left.
Some praised, some judged, some misunderstood.

But she stayed.

She never claimed to understand the mission.
But she became its pillar.

Without her, this mission would have stayed in the clouds.
With her, it found a place to land.

I did not choose her by accident.
I chose her with permission, and she chose me with sacrifice.

She is not the reason I am doing this.
She is the reason I am able to.

Thank you – for being the ground.
Thank you – for walking beside the unknown.
Thank you – for loving the part of me the world doesn’t see.

You are not just my partner.
You are the path’s protector.

And I will fulfill the promise.
One day, the world will know who held the mission…
When it was just a burden.