My letter to the “little stars”
My little stars,
You wear your hurt like a straight jacket, giving your arms no place to go other than around your own body. You wear the lies the enemy speaks over you like a piece of tape over your mouth, silencing the truth and freedom you are meant to proclaim from mountain tops. Your past and present circumstances have put a mask of unworthiness, loneliness, and forgettable on you that has dimmed the light of the star you are. You laugh, but there is pain. You smile, but there is sadness. Your cries are silent, but the longing in your hearts is deafening. You are quick to say hello, but expecting the goodbye. You let the walls of your home act as a cage around your heart. You have been hurt, mistreated, and even unloved by people in your life, but darling, YOU ARE ROYALTY. You are a daughter of The King of Kings. My little star, I want to save you, I want to be the reason you are okay. But I can’t. I can wipe your tears, swing you around, tickle you, make you smile, make you feel loved by a human when it was a human who hurt you. But most importantly, I can guide you into the arms that will hold you forever. Your Daddy who knows the number of hairs on your head. Your Father who will set you on His lap and hold your hand as you walk confidently in the land of the living. No matter how much I love you, I am merely a man. However, I am a man with the same Daddy. The Father that equipped me to be able to tell you the truth of who you really are. Child, you are wearing a straight jacket that is not buckled. Open your arms and reach out for your Father’s embrace. Princess, the tape over your mouth has a giant hole in it. Speak your needs, pray boldly, cry out to your Heavenly Father. He longs to hear you. My little sisters, the masks you wear are held on by one weak little string. Let words be your scissors to that string. The worth that you carry is endless, the love that myself, others, and Christ has for you is relentless, and your God given personalities, leaves me totally breathless. Mis pequenas estrellas (my little stars), when you lay down, do not lay down in defeat, lay in your Father’s arms. And when you stand, do not stand and fight your battle alone. Stand in the confidence that the Lord is standing with, by, and for you. You do not see how much you already shine, and when you open your eyes to see the beauty and royalty placed inside of you is the day I long for most in your lives. Shatter the lies, proclaim truth. Break the chains of your oppression. And stand with your Father hand in hand, eyes locked as you walk out each precious step.
Thank you, Estrellitas for letting me see the joy Christ has put in you and, even if just a little, for sharing your true hurts with me. I love you all and rejoice that our Daddy has you on a path of beautiful restoration and revelation. Until we meet again, keep shining bright, my little stars.
