Hey you—
Yeah, you,
The one standing tall in the AFTER,
Wearing the GLOW of prayers answered
And paths made clear.

When you get there—
Where the air feels lighter
And your shoulders no longer carry the weight
Of the unanswered…
I hope you’ll pause.
Just for a moment.
And remember me.
Standing here
In this messy middle.

I am the version of you
Still whispering “maybe”
Still holding space for something
That hasn’t yet arrived—
A job that feels like calling,
A love that feels like home,
A place to finally unpack all my boxes
And just be.

Right now, I am
Neither beginning nor ending—
But… becoming.
Unfolding.
Stretching in faith like sunrise
Even when I can’t see the sun.

I need you to know:
Some days I wake up strong.
Other days—
I question everything.
My place in this world.
My direction.
Even whether my prayers
Are still being heard.

But still—I show up.
Still—I trust.
Still—I place one trembling foot
In front of the other.

So when you arrive at the place I can’t yet see,
Please—don’t forget me.
Don’t forget how much courage it took
To bloom in the uncertainty.
To smile through silence.
To hope in the absence of proof.

And I hope—
Oh, how I hope—
That it ALL found you.
The promotion.
The partner.
The peace.
Not all at once,
But in the timing that taught you
To value the journey as much as the arrival.

I hope your days feel settled now.
That home is no longer a suitcase or a prayer,
But the secret place of the Most High—
A solace.
A rhythm of peace.
A presence that cannot be shaken.

And when the world tries to pull you into hustle,
May you return to the quiet strength
Of this moment—
This version of us
Who waited, not always with patience, but
Who kept the faith
When everything felt foggy.

So, when you get there—
Laugh with your whole chest.
Love like you were never broken.
And live like the miracle you are.

And if ever again you forget who you are or your place in the world—
Read this.
And remember:
You were always walking in the purpose of God.
You were never lost.
You were just in the middle
Of God’s beautiful unfolding.

With love,
Me—right now,
Still waiting,
Still becoming,
But already knowing
Me now…
Me then…
We are enough.

Afterword: You may also enjoy the “Dear Younger Me” post.

Contributing to #Reena’s Xploration Challenge #392: a story with a future projection.

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