Dear 30-Year-Old Me,
I hope you’ve kept your softness.
I hope you still laugh easily at life’s little moments,
and cry quietly, in solitude, when you feel the ache of someone else’s pain.
I hope the weight of your trials hasn’t hardened you
or dulled your love for the Lord.
I pray you still believe in the beauty of becoming more and more like your Father,
trusting that He uses all things for the good of those who love Him.
I hope you’ve forgiven yourself for so many things;
the foolish decisions,
the people you trusted too easily,
and the love you gave to those who fractured your gentle heart.
I hope when you look back on 25,
you no longer feel a single trace of disgust,
but only gratitude,
for the growing pains that shaped your character,
the deep lessons in humility,
and the sacred middle ground in between.
I hope you’re walking even closer with Jesus,
that you never let go of the hem of His garment.
I pray your faith isn’t just something people hear you talk about,
but something you live so deeply,
that everyone sees it, without you ever needing to say a word.
I hope you’re braver now…
Some days I’m not sure that’s possible,
and yet I know your heart longed for this.
I pray you’ve released the need to prove yourself,
along with the rigid timelines you once made,
laid to rest and never to be dug up again.
I pray you’ve chosen peace over control.
I pray you’ve never lost sight of who you are
or what you stand for.
Whatever season you’re in now,
I hope you haven’t forgotten how far you’ve come
and most importantly,
the One who has always kept you from drowning in the mud.
Love, 25 Year-Old You
As 2025 now comes to an end, would you be brave enough to share something you’re proud YOU overcame this year in the comments below?
Many blessings, Grace. Xx
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