Dear Me by Nichole Nordeman

When I was in high school, I had a teacher who asked us to write a letter to our future selves in ten years. Who would we be? Where would be live? Marriage? Family? Career? What would be me most important to us and how would we find space in our lives for the things we claimed to cherish and value?

Then, he mailed those letters to us, ten years later. There was significant eye rolling, as you might imagine, when I opened mine. All the hard won wisdom of a sheltered, privileged 18 year old white girl, dreaming her dreams.

What would it feel like, now, to write a letter to my younger self, instead?

What would I want that girl to know? How could I help her sidestep some mistakes or see the world or her faith with different eyes? Continue reading “Dear Me by Nichole Nordeman”

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