A Letter to My Former Self:
I miss you dear one:
Your silliness, creativity, spontaneity, occasional complaints.
You have left me here quite empty
With shards of who you once were hanging in a forgotten frame.
If only she would come back
All things would be right again with the world, no?
Yeah that is a definite nada
Since we can never retrace the exact steps that brought us here anyways.
“So what to do with my longing?” I ask.
That’s a tough question barely understanding the answer that has come,
For we will not be happy back there
This foolery we must shed to fully be present in the “now.”
For Christ alone provides the joy within
Not circumstances nor that driven by the shallowness of this life.
Better to place one’s heart in the Lord’s hands today
And consider the blessings that would have been missed had we gone another way.
I cannot get back what has been lost all these years
Better for me not to miss the opportunity before me this very hour,
Than to have myself facing the wrong way when my Savior comes to take me home. JJ