My precious daughter…
My heart crumbles into a million tiny pieces when you get into the car after school and tell me about your day…
Your recesses spent alone because no one wanted to be with you.
Not having a partner in class because no one picked you.
Friends’ betrayal, rejection and abandonment…
Constantly shifting and leaving you dismissed and un-chosen.
You find your place in isolation.
And the brutal reality of failing friends hits hard.
I’ve watched you navigate your way through this mess of vicious circles and self-indulgence. I’ve held your hand while you’ve survived broken fragments of friendships cutting your heart and questioning your worth. I felt your emotional struggle and heard your cries of surrender to yet another friend’s demise. Somehow you manage to step into the war of superficial plight with your armor on in attempt to be impenetrable.
Every single day.
Everyday you stand in your convictions and your strength.
Everyday you face the daunting silence of being alone.
Everyday you choose to remain confident in your choices.
Everyday you survive the disappointments.
Everyday you choose what is right and noble and wise.
Everyday you take the pain and filter it with faith.
Everyday you fight humility and still stand tall.
Everyday you hold on to a higher scale of measurement.
Everyday you long for trust.
Everyday you wish for good.
Everyday you hope for better.
Everyday you realize it’s worse.
Oh my precious daughter, how I ache for you.
Oh my precious daughter, I am in awe of you.
Oh my precious daughter, you inspire me.
Oh my precious daughter, your strength amazes me.
Oh my precious daughter, you are so beautiful.
With your incredible perspective, and your breakable heart.
Ten years old.
Don’t let them take your light. It’s far too valuable to waste on this season of social mediocrity. God has much bigger plans for you, sweet love. He is building your heart and creating your spirit for a purpose far greater than this moment, this time in your life.
Believe that, dear one.
I am blessed to watch your future unfold…
I am blessed to see your steadfastness endure…
I am blessed to be a witness to His Work in you…
For you, my love
Are fearfully and wonderfully made.
Let His Light shine in you, through you, around you, amidst the darkness in which you roam.
And in the corners of my night, I cry those mama tears for you. And I pray for God’s love to fill you, protect you, guide you and forever hold you up and give you peace.
Keep marching on, sweet soldier. And know that I couldn’t be more proud of the wisdom and strength growing inside of you. And while you are out on the battlefield, you have God on your side…
May you always remember…
When you pass through the waters…He will be with you.
And in the end…
That’s all you really need.
Isaiah 43:2 New International Version (NIV)
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.