I saw a note about you today on a police log. Your situation is an echo of a great sadness to me, and I cry for you and your family. I can only imagine what kind of pain you must be going through.
I also saw "comments" that others had left on that same police log, and I know that some of those "comments" must have only added to your griefs and added to your hurt.
My sister in Christ, I want you to know that you are my precious sister in Jesus, and I know that He is especially fond of you. I know that He loves you with a love that goes beyond anything that we can imagine. I know that He became the Baby in Bethlehem, the Crucified, and the Risen One to give you His love. I remind you of this not to say that you owe Him. I remind you of this to say that He knows your every pain and sorrow, that He cries for you and pours out His love for you, and that He is even now longing for you to come home to Him and let Him wrap His arms of love around you.
And I am reminding you of this so that I can tell you that you have that home at our church; that whenever you come, you are welcome; that whenever you show up you will be embraced, received, loved, forgiven - with no questions asked and no explanations required. When you're ready to come home and eat with us the Supper that Jesus gives us all, the Supper of His love, just come. I'm waiting - so are we all.
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