May 16, 2016

A Letter to My Heroine



Dear Kathy,
Life's dealt you an incredibly painful hand all in the span of a few short years. You miss your mother so much you can't form words around the pain. Your family is fractured--much like your heart. And now you can't walk. I get it. This Great Depression the country is embroiled in seems to only further darken your life as you know it.
But instead of tamping down and quelling your pain so deep that it only crushes your spirit--let go. Let your heart to feel again--don't hold back anymore. Tell your heart to beat again--there is hope, right in front of you, if you just look up, let go, and let God hold you. He may have allowed all this to occur--but this pain will not last forever. I can promise you that. The braces and your wheelchair are the banes of your existence--tangible reminders of your lack of independence and more days than not you feel as if you have nothing. Again--I've been there, I get it. But you are alive, and that is a gift--one not to be squandered.
You may not realize it yet--but you will--God's given you a new family in the Marshalls. An extension of your family--if you would only let them in. And yes, this included Elliot. Oh I know he's oh-so-smug and far too competitive than is proper and he never knows when to keep his thoughts to himself. But, my dear heroine--you and him are so similar. You'll write to him soon, once a light dawns and pierces the dark surrounding your soul. And that, along with great physical strides, will only be the beginning of the next chapter of your life. Your life that is living, breathing and soon to be active once more.
Just hold on. Wait and see how God moves, and how deep His love is for you.
Sincerely,
Your author, who penned your story--her semi-biographical novel of the heart.