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We all walk our own paths, but siblings have a bond different from many others. Read this letter from a brother to a sister who’s still in pain.
I know that it’s been a while from when we last spoke. It seems like time apart and distance keeps growing in between each of our conversations. I’m sorry for that and I wish that things were different, I really do.
I want you to know that time and distance are not alone in growing. I have grown so much, and so have you, I know it. My love for you has grown and I want to express that to you here. In my time away I have not stopped thinking about my little sister. I wish that I had done more when we were younger to show you how precious you are to me.
I know how hard it was to grow up in that household. I know what we went through, and part of me feels guilty for leaving you there. I miss you and your presence so much. I can only imagine what it’s like for you to be alone in an environment of fear focused on you. I know what it’s like to be lied to, and stolen from. I know what it’s like to be manipulated and deceived. I know what it’s like to be treated like you are a bottom rung priority. I don’t want you to believe those things about yourself. I don’t want you to believe that you deserve to be treated that way.
Do you remember when I would have conversations with you while we laid in our bunk beds late at night?
Do you remember when I would dangle upside down over the edge and bug you?
Do you remember when we prayed right before bed?
I could hear you whispering underneath my bunk and talking to God back when we both knew Him. I would finish early just so that I could hear what you wanted to say to Him. Looking back at it we sort of prayed together and that was the one thing we both shared before things started falling apart and before we became severely wounded emotionally. I know that you don’t talk with Him anymore. I didn’t for a very very long time, but after coming back to Him, I want you to know that He LOVES you, and misses you so much.
I want you to know that I wish I could pray with you again, and I pray for you. I miss you so much. Words cannot explain how much I wish our lives were different growing up. It wasn’t fair, and I’m so sorry for everything I did that was wrong to you. I wish I could go back and treat you better. I pray that you understand why I acted the way I did, and I pray that you forgive me. I miss the childhood we didn’t have. I know that sounds dumb but you deserve so much better than what you went through and are still going through. I wish that I was stronger back then. So that I could stand up for you. You deserve to be defended and loved.
I cannot go back and change what our upbringing was like. As much as it pains me I can’t turn back the clock and tell you this back when we were small and in a bunk bed. I wish that I could. I have been praying for you ever since I left. I don’t want you to sustain the wounds that our upbringing left you. I want you to grow and I want you to know that you are captivating and precious and that you deserve to be treated like God’s beautiful daughter that He brought into the world. You are His work of art, and He made you in His image. I pray that you know how much of an artist you are. You make such beautiful works and I wish I told you that back when you first started. I am so proud of you.
I don’t want you to stop believing in yourself.
I don’t want you to live a life of fear and insecurity.
I don’t want you to believe that you don’t deserve to be treated with love, care, and affection.
I want you to know that I love you very much, I never want you to forget that.
I want you to know that He loves you, I never want you to forget that.
I want you to know that I wish I could pray with you again. I’ll never forget that.
The author behind this article is a man of God who hungers to encourage and see his sisters in Christ walking in their fullness as they chase after Jesus. When these men write for us, they write from their personal story and heart and not on behalf of every Christian guy out there. If you know of anyone who might want to write for us, please have them shoot us an email firstname.lastname@example.org!
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