I watch you and I know you aren't right. Your eyes reveal sadness, weariness, hurt, but I don't know how to help. Honestly, I don't quite understand your pain, but I want to. I ask God what you need, what I can do. I want to see you smile again, to be relieved of your burden. I want to wrap you in my arms and whisper in your ear, "Hold on. Have courage. There is a reason. God is working."
You inspire me with your efforts and your desire to be more for God. I see in you a treasured, beautiful woman, unique and loved and special, NOT forgotten, overlooked or unimportant. You are not being punished. God is chipping away at you to reveal a diamond, all in His perfect timing.
I notice you and though I have no magic words, I care. I pray. I ask for wisdom in knowing how to help. And though I may not say it enough, I love you. I'm proud of you for pushing forward, for persevering, for admitting to your struggle. In doing so, you find help in others. I look forward to glimpses of the masterpiece God is creating in you.
Jesus said, "In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."
He sees. He knows. He is working. He WILL overcome.
Are you struggling? Do you need someone in your corner, someone to talk to? Can I pray for you?
You are wholly and dearly loved, my friend. Believe it.