Sometimes I remember.
I remember the dreams that a little girl had — about life, about motherhood, about being an adult.
I remember the hopes.
What did I dream?
Did I dream about love?
Did I know there would be hard times?
What did I think?
Would I dream knowing the reality?
I would tell that little girl, that dreamer, that life is worth living. To keep believing. And moving.
I would tell that princess in disguise that she’s worth it. That reality doesn’t determine worth.
I would tell that eight year old that God is faithful in all things.
I would tell her that being a mother is the greatest gift.
I would tell her to look forward. To not cling to the past.
I would tell that dreamer to forgive. To keep the slates clean.
I would tell her to love her husband. Always.
I would tell her that life is a gift. Time is finite. Use it wisely.
I would tell her to live by the Spirit. Not self.
I would tell her to keep dreaming.