Lead Writer-Vibrant Girl Magazine

I see you over there. Doing those things, being those things, walking those fine lines. Running like a crazy person, yet looking put together from the outside of your mask. Being keeper-of-the-peace meanwhile the wars are raging crazy-wild inside you. Yes I see you. Only, I see you from the other side of the mask, the side where nobody else is let in. I see your wants and your needs, your fears and your nightmares..

..and I know.

I know the question”why” would never be allowed to escape past your sealed lips, but when the clock ticks and your nightmares come alive in the middle of your darkest hours, the screamings from your heart reach my ears and fill my eyes.

Yes, I see you. And I am here to tell you these four little words: You are not alone.

The times you were forsaken, the moments you were left to fend for yourself, when your life-song seemed to have lost its rhythm…those were the very times I was with you. But you never seemed to notice me.

I stood behind you when those hurtful words were hurdled your way, I had my hand on your shoulder when those people did you wrong, and I was there giving you a hug of strength when that news came and you shrank beneath its weight.

All along I have been your biggest fan.

No. You are not alone…and you never were. I know life seemed bloated and brash. I was there when you lost hope and crucified your dreams. I was there all those times, just waiting for you to notice me.

And now you have.

So welcome to your chorus, welcome to the better-made-you. Because a bold faith is just quiet trust with a little volume. And, yes, I see you over there…even if no one else does.

-Your Father