DEAR PAST SELF
I wish I could go back to my old self a few months ago and tell her, from the future, that everything was going to be okay.
Would she have believed it?
But I really want to tell her.
I want to tell her that it's just a season like she hoped.
That things would be better.
So much better.
That the nights crying herself to sleep will be a testimony of God's faithfulness and how the river in the wasteland really does come this time too.
I want to tell her that even though she can't see it from where she is there is a light coming her way.
That God forgives and loves her even though she doesn't believe it.
I'd tell her that she isn't all alone.
I would tell her everything I love about her and every reason to exist.
That she may never understand but that's okay.
I'd tell her that she'd pull through just fine.