dear whitney

if I ever had a chance to write a letter to my younger self
it would be 
a letter for encouragement
a letter for comfort
a letter for peace

and this is probably what it would look like

dearest whitney, 
never blame yourself for your parents' divorce. 
never put value in your appearance,
unless you are praising your husband at the city gates



you have no idea how many times you will blog from the bathroom while your youngest plays in the tubby
or how many times Tangled will be watched in a days time
you'll always have one sock looking for its sole mate


 you might not know it now, but you will grow to have a love for women's ministry
you will grow to love serving others
baking, cooking, planning 
for your fellow neighbor


the demons you grew up with as a child will be forever present, 
but I can promise you, that you have overcome them


That man that you called dad
the one that was never around
you forgive him,
because you will finally understand why he made the sacrifices that he did.
you and big daddy grow to be the best of friends


I never want you to validate yourself with the quantity of friends you have
they all leave you, eventually
except for that precious little girl you met in 4th grade.
Aunt Brittany stuck around

and she will be your biggest cheerleader


you still grow up to have a passion for children.
I know you always thought you couldn't be happy unless you had your very own classroom, 
but you are pretty darn happy staying how with two of the spunkiest little girls in the world.


your future husband will make you speechless.
he'll be quiet, so you'll need to learn some patience
he likes spaghetti........ a lot
he's a complainer and he's stubborn

but he loves you with everything he has to offer
you will have to compete with hunting and fishing
guns and his knife collection

but he will always come home to you. 
he's hard to resist,
and will make you weak in the knees

you aren't a big worrier,
but you do wonder if your oldest even likes you sometimes
and she does, whitney
she admires you
and appreciates you
be careful with the way you speak to her
for the words you say will become her inner voice,
and you promised yourself so long ago
that the verbal abuse was going to end with you.

lastly but not least-ly
my dearest whitney, 
you will grow up to live a simple life, 
a life that the Lord, Your God, promised you long ago

you've been given every desire of your heart, 
Most days you're lonely,
craving more excitement,
wishing you could wiggle your nose and the house would clean itself
but you ARE happy

Your husband loves you,
your children make you laugh
your house might be messy,
but your home is happy.

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