Steppingstonestofaith

I never thought I’d write again.

In 2020, I started this blog, pouring my heart into words, hoping to make sense of my faith, my pain, and my growth. But fear got the best of me. I questioned whether my words mattered, whether my voice was strong enough to carry the weight of what I wanted to say. So, I stopped.

But lately, something has been stirring in me again. The idea of writing a letter to my younger self made me pause and reflect on how far I’ve come. It reminded me that my words do matter because they tell the story of a God who never let go, even when I did. Someone helped me put these thoughts into words, and it gave me the push I needed to write again.

So here I am, starting over. Unafraid this time.

And to mark this moment, here’s what I would say to the girl I once was.

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Dear Younger Me,

I know you feel like you’re always trying to prove that you’re enough. You give, you love, you hold on even when it’s breaking you. You think that if you just try harder, love harder, become more, then maybe they’ll stay. Maybe they’ll see you. Maybe you’ll finally be enough.

But hear me: You already are.

I know the heartbreak will feel unbearable. I know you’ll wrestle with God in ways you never thought you would. I know you’ll question if He’s still good when everything in you is screaming that He’s not.

But you will survive this. And not just survive,you will rise.

There will come a day when you will look back, and instead of seeing all the ways you weren’t chosen, you will see all the ways God set you apart. You will see that what you lost wasn’t a punishment, but a rescue. That even in the moments where you turned away, God never did.

You will learn that faith is not about having all the answers,it’s about holding on even when you don’t. And, my sweet girl, you will find your way back.

The things that feel like they are breaking you now? They are shaping you. The prayers that feel like they are going unanswered? One day, you’ll realize that God was answering in ways you never expected.

You don’t have to fight for your worth. You were loved before you ever did a thing to earn it.

So take a deep breath. It gets better. You get better.

And one day, you’ll tell your story,not from a place of pain, but from a place of redemption.

With love,
Me (who finally understands).