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To: My Sister With a Broken Heart

Dear Sister,

I saw your tears today. Even the quiet ones you quickly swept away. You were so brave to let them fall.

Pain often feels like an unfair mystery. It’s ok to grieve. It’s ok to be angry. It’s ok to not understand the story that our Father is ultimately writing through us.

In this moment, focus on what is true: you are dearly loved, and our Father is near.

Don’t be afraid, Sister. When Father picks up the shattered pieces of our hearts, he won’t leave even a sliver behind.

You are not alone.

You are not forgotten.

Your broken heart will be mended.

Just as the welder joins individual pieces into a whole, our Father is fabricating the broken pieces of your heart into a temple for his glory, perfect and complete. Don’t be afraid to surrender to the intense heat and pressure of the welder’s torch. A heart with seams is stronger than its original, unbroken form.

A heart with seams is a heart that can grow. So, let it grow.

Here’s my hand,

Your Sister Stronger

Melissa Osterloo

A wife to Adam, a mother to Sam, the third of seven siblings, and a friend to more than I deserve.

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