My heart hurt as I helped her put her love into words.

My sweet, tender-hearted daughter determined to finish a letter to her little friend.

I’m sure your dad was a very nice man.

She asks, Why?  People make mistakes and we live in a painful place and none of it makes sense to a seven year old girl.

It’s okay now.  I am your friend.

Yet, maybe she does understand.  She sees pain and she offers friendship and the love of a God who is passionate about the fatherless.

You must not mistreat any widow or fatherless child. If you do mistreat them, they will no doubt cry to Me, and I will certainly hear them. My anger will burn… – Exodus 22:22-24

She is doing what we are all called to do.  She hurts when others hurt and she does tangible things to show that she cares.  She puts her love on paper.  With words, she puts herself out there in an attempt to comfort the hurting.

I read this post and tears come because I recognize that pain.  Girls can be cruel and the scars remain and wounded women are walking around.  

My prayer is that I will become like a seven year old girl who just loves people. Where others only see brokenness, I want to see the chance for healing that the love of Christ can bring.

My prayer is that I can let go of my own wounds and insecurities and say to another woman, It’s okay now.  I am your friend.