The Hand That Never Let Go

My Dear Stranger,

In this world, so much remains hidden and unseen.

Some things are invisible simply because of our human limitations.

Others are hidden—intentionally—by people, communities, or systems seeking to satisfy their own needs.

Position. Health. Wealth. Popularity. Power.

Yet I grew up believing,

Even in the most chaotic moments,

when the darkness feels unbearable,

when every path seems closed,

Hope and justice are never absent.

They follow quietly.

They see everything.

That gentle voice of hope and justice continues to guide us toward the light.

It stays with us, steady and faithful, even in our weakest and darkest hours.

So please—stay strong.

Believe that beauty unfolds in God’s time, not ours.

My Dear Stranger,

Do not stop fighting for what you believe in.

The world needs those brave enough to stand up and speak,

those willing to leave comfort behind and step into the unknown,

not for recognition, but to help the unseen, the unheard, the forgotten.

It needs people with hearts as soft as silk, yet strong as sea stacks,

gentle as a cat in vulnerability, yet fierce as a lion when it comes to protecting what is right.

My Dear Strangers,

I've learn that there is always something unseen beneath the surface.

Sometimes the one who appears lost, dark, guilty, or broken

turns out to be the very soul that carries light—overflowing with love, care, and quiet goodness.

And sometimes, the ones who seem perfect,

dreamy, kind, radiant—are the very sources of darkness, pain, and destruction in other people’s lives.

My Dear Stranger,

Naturally, people often see only what they want to see.

They hear only what comforts them.

They trust and love according to their heart, preferring to choose from their own desire.

And that is why our minds, our knowledge, our dreams, our pride, our words, our actions—even our hearts—can become dangerous when we choose to walk alone.

They can harm not only ourselves, but everyone around us.

That is why we all need a helping hand.

From my own experience, I have learned this truth deeply:

The more I see, the more I need a helping hand.

The more I feel, the more I need a helping hand.

The stronger I become, the more I need a helping hand.

The wiser I grow, the more I need a helping hand.

The braver I am, the more I need a helping hand.

The more I understand what has happened, the more I need a helping hand.

And as I grew older, I realized the truth—

There is only one hand that can truly save me.

The most faithful one.

Strong, yet endlessly gentle.

The only hand that frees me from fear.

The only hand that stays—never letting go.

The only hand I trust to guide me through every journey.

The only hand I know I will never release.

The only hand that fits mine perfectly.

The Hand That Never Let Go,

The hand of our perfect Father, Jesus Christ.

With quiet faith and an open heart.

Your stranger,

Vie