Dear Little Sister,
I see you, rowing hard.
I see that boat tossing on the waves, see you struggling with stretched arms and stretched courage and stretched patience to stay up and on course.
I see the frayed edges of your heart, the way your hope is rubbed raw.
You are beautiful and brave,
With that hard knot of persistence clenched in your belly.
I see you.
You are not alone.
You are never, never alone.
Mark 6:48 - And he saw that they were making headway painfully, for the wind was against them.