This Is For The Girls

I have seen your forgiving heart

and I have seen your grace.

You have been selfless so many times, giving all your love to the people who are the closest to you and even to strangers. You smile on your worst days and you also somehow find the strength to keep on giving, to keep on going... Even when you can barely lift your very own head up.

You are incredibly beautiful, both inside and out, never giving up on the people that you love, even when you are exhausted by the rest of the world.

Day after day, you pick up the chipped pieces of yourself and stick them together with a tape that is barely strong enough to get you through to the next night.

Yet you continue.

You give your heart to people who do not see your beauty through the brokenness. You console and comfort friends who do not understand the power of your caring ways or your forgiveness.

You surround yourself with people that you need to fix, with people that you must work to love. But even when you fall into your bed at the end of each night, you do not see what an incredible difference you that you have made.

You think that you deserve the cold words, the cold shoulder and the mamy turned faces. You think you deserve friends that pull away and men who refuse to love you back.

You somehow turn everything back to yourself and then probably even wonder if you willl ever be good enough.

Well you are good enough.

You are more than enough.

I wish I could tell you that you are noticed. That the wonderful, little ways that you brighten other peoples' lives are important and they are valued. I wish I could tell you that your eyes sparkle and bring life to the those people who have days when they feel so dark, dull and empty. That your smile lifts people from their own internal anger. That your laugh makes those around you want to close their eyes and just lean their heads back to take in the sweet sound of silence and birds chirping.

I wish I could tell you that God has made you perfect, just as you are—Afighter, a sinner, a flawed, broken and beautiful warrior of love.

I wish I could tell you to keep loving, even when the world looks the other way.

I wish that I could tell you that sometimes you give your heart to people who do not deserve it, both in love and in friendship, so it will become a hard lesson learned, I am sure.

I wish that I could tell you that you must never accept a half-love or a love that is nowhere remotely close to the amount that you give so selflessly.

I wish I could tell you that you are a blessing to so many people and that you need to bless yourself sometimes.

I wish that I could tell you that life will be so hard, but you must keep on living. That you must find reasons to celebrate, to pull strength, to stay pure, even when people hurt you.

I wish I could tell you that you will face so much pain, but you cannot let it break you. You must find a way to see yourself, your worth and know that you are an important part of this world.

I wish I could tell you that you matter and that you are loved.