To the little boy who has been transferred to his 10th foster home because no family could tolerate his wild behaviour,
To the teenage girl who has been sexually assaulted by her father repeatedly since she was 13 and whose mother didn’t believe her,
To the teenage boy who is struggling with drug addiction and his grades in college,
To the young woman who is struggling with an eating disorder,
To the young man who is battling depression but has no one to turn too because men don’t talk about these things,
To the woman whose husband has been physically and emotionally abusive towards her but she doesn’t have the ways or means to escape with her 3 children,
To anyone out there who is still grieving over the loss of a love one, and the wound is still fresh and the hurt too deep,
To anyone who has ever lost a loved one, which left a gaping hole in their heart which cannot be healed,
To the person who has just lost their job, their sole source of income for the family,
To the person who has been ridiculed their whole life,
To the person who has been diagnosed with a terminal illness,
To the person who feels like they are not worth it and life is not worth living anymore.
Listen here, dear one, God will never give you more than you can handle.
God loves you so much and will never abandon you.
He sees your tears and His heart aches with you, because you are His precious child.
Hope is seeing the light in the midst of surrounding darkness.
Hope is the little voice you hear whisper ‘maybe ‘when it seems like the entire world is shouting ‘No’.
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and do the right thing, the dawn will come.
You don’t give up, my dear one.
Because there is light at the end of the tunnel, rainbow after the rain, sunshine after the clouds.
After all, like Carrie Underwood says ‘This Is Our Temporary Home.’
