I wrote it directly on my jeans – in permanent marker — “Everything’s going to be OK.” I needed the physical reminder. Needed to see the words. Hear them in my brain as I read them over and over. Maybe it sounds silly now. I was only in class – French class — mandatory French class for my temporary visa. Not just for language, but for French history and culture, and laws. I was a little uncomfortable, being the minority, but more than that, it felt so conditional. It felt like my new life, my new love, could all be taken away if I didn’t pass the exam at the end of the course. And so I read the words. Every day. Everything is going to be OK. And it was. It is.
We drove by a building in Lexington, Kentucky. “Everything will be okay.” I smiled. This time, not needing the words desperately, just enjoying them. A reminder to continue to share them. What a gift to give someone those words. Those powerful words. Filled with belief and hope. There is nothing silly about them.
Maybe you need to see it today. And so I write them on my page, and on your heart. Everything is going to be OK. Everything will be okay. Gather in each mighty letter.