A Letter to You

God brought you here for a reason. God brought me here for a reason. And only God knows that reason. I can sit here and try to write something grand for you, and in reality, I do not know how to do that. I do not know how to do a lot of things, if we are being honest. I do not have a good track record of friendships, relationships, and even family. I am absolutely not good with math! I always say “opps” when I am cooking because I refuse to measure anything, and well, “opps”! I am no longer 10, and yet I still wear big bows in my hair. Sometimes I forget to breathe and randomly get the hiccups. See, only God knows why you were brought to this very moment, reading these very words. All I know is He told me to write. I argued with Him, saying that we are all in our own little worlds, and who would even read the MANY pages of my writings? And he said nothing; all that was left behind was the need to write. I know somewhere in the New Testament someone said something along the lines of “If it is from God, it can’t be stopped. If it isn't from God, it will be” (Acts 5:39, written in my own words).

Two women sitting at a table inside a coffee shop, smiling at the camera. One woman has dark hair, glasses, and tattoos, wearing a sleeveless denim jacket. The other woman has gray hair, glasses, and is wearing a red top. There are two cups on the table, and large windows showing parked cars outside.

Group of six people standing outside a building, celebrating a graduation. The person in the middle is wearing caps and gowns, holding a bouquet of flowers, and has a colorful sash and shawl.

A young man with short dark hair, a small beard, and a mustache sitting next to a young woman with shoulder-length dark hair, wearing a black hat, at a wooden table in a dimly lit bar or restaurant. They are smiling and have drinks in front of them — a cocktail and a beer. The background has string lights, wooden walls, and bar decor.