Dear 9 Year Old Me,
Enjoy this last year in elementary school. Next year you’ll move to the lower hall in that big building across the way. The tag football during recess will end. There will be no more sitting on the sidewalk during snack time, drinking Orange-Ade and running from the bees who apparently like the smell of the Orange-Ade. Soon enough things will become a little more complicated, not quite so care-free.
Your friends will change and so will the way you view relationships in the years ahead. You’re going to feel the sting of rejection and betrayal. And your greatest desire will be to be liked and valued by your peers.
But I’m telling you this, don’t let the world define your value. Don’t strive to please them. They will let you down. They’re human. They’re trying to figure this thing called life out too. They don’t have all the answers no matter how great they seem to you.
Instead, find your value in Jesus. Read your Bible, even though it’s hard for you to understand sometimes. Ask someone to help you understand it. Learn more about the One who created you and how He feels about you.
Understand that in those times when you feel alone, misunderstood, so.not.good.enough, He is there with you. He understands. He accepts you as you are. He loves you!
You are precious to Him and He has a purpose for your life. No matter how dark the days get, no matter how far away from Him you feel, He will never leave you. Ever.
Keep your eyes on Him. Allow Him to direct your life instead of doing it your own way. Understand that what He has in store for you is so much better than you could ever imagine.
Those days when you don’t understand why you’re here, know that you are here for Him. He delights in you. Live your life for Him. That’s enough.
You don’t have to strive to be more. Just rest in Him. He’s all you need.
43 Year Old Me
I wish 9 Year Old Me knew all of that but she didn’t. It took her(me) awhile to figure it all out. Thankfully, God doesn’t give up on us.
He keeps drawing me closer, teaching me, refining me, getting rid of all the junk that builds up in life when we don’t know our value, when we allow ourselves and others to leave scars on our hearts.
As a mom I want my girls to know the same thing.
And I want my sponsored children to know it too. When the poverty tells them they are not enough or alone, I want them to know that Jesus is with them, He delights over them, He loves them, and that they are treasures to Him.
And so just like I invest in my children’s lives, I invest in my Compassion children’s lives through sponsorship, writing letters, building relationships and loving them.
What would you say to 9 year old you?
FYI-I’m not 100% positive I was 9 in that picture but I’m around that age. My mom still has most of my childhood pictures at her house. And by the way, that seahorse shirt was a favorite of mine. Loooooved it! And, yes, I’m holding a rubber snake. I was on a field trip and that was my souvenir.