Dear One,
I am old enough to be you Mama, so listen up. I've been wallowing around in a pool of self pity this morning, but I understand that you are hurting in a way that makes me feel like I've been complaining over a hang-nail.
By your perserverance alone, I know that you must be a strong person. Even though we have never met, I know that by your very presence here, you are a moral person, trying to understand what has happened to you, and feeling pretty bewildered like the rest of us.
Don't you DARE think that you are unloved or unloveable or anything like that. Know that your very existence is making the world a better place and that there are people to whom you mean everything to. If I could reach through this screen, I'd wrap my arms around you and treat you as I would one of my daughters, telling you that everything is eventually going to be all right, and that I would take this hurt from you if I could. Since I can't, I'll try to share the hurt and try to take a little of the load off of your shoulders. I have often told my daughters when they have experienced hurt, rejection or disappointment (nothing like yours, though, thank God!) that "their day is coming" and that God has some special plans for them because this thing that they are going through, while meant for their harm, is going to be turned around so that it will be for their good. That is EXACTLY what is going on here for you. Hang in there. Trust in God's goodness! I once heard a song that said basically this: Sometimes God calms the storm that surrounds his child, but sometimes, God calms the CHILD in the midst of that storm. I'm going to make you the center of my prayers today. You have a lot of friends here. I wish that we could let you know that in a more tangible way. I pray that you will read this.
Marie Elena
