what i can't say.


i know you've been hurt. i know i can never, ever understand what you deal with on a daily basis.

but i am here.

i wish i could rip you away from your father - despite the momentary pain - in order to rescue you from a life time of tears

i wish i could show you the love of a mother - one that is unyielding, undying, & so not manipulative.

even though i can't, know this:

i pray for you every day.

and even though the parties & drinking & boys & relationships numb the pain right now, it only worsens the wound.

you are so much more than your surroundings.

you are far more beautiful than your wrecking ball.

your hope shines through the darkness; your inspiration leads the way for those who limp with regret.

we will never leave you. though we are far, consider us holding your hands. though we aren't near, consider us pushing you forward.

your future is waiting. your heart is yearning. your soul is searching.

don't let go.

...you were meant to be heard.

Don't panic. I'm with you. There's no need to fear for I'm your God. I'll give you strength. I'll help you. I'll hold you steady, keep a firm grip on you. Count on it: Everyone who had it in for you will end up out in the cold - real losers. Those who worked against you will end up empty-handed - nothing to show for their lives. Isaiah 41: 11-12

Posted on June 19, 2009 and filed under story.