I wish I could tell the 8 year old girl who felt left out as the oldest sibling that her mother would one day be her best friend.
I wish I could tell the 10 year old who got made fun of for her shoes that she would look like a princess on her wedding day.
I wish I could tell the 12 year old girl that felt out of place at church that she’d someday be an assistant director at a church.
I wish I could tell the 14 year old seemingly incompetent babysitter that she’d someday teach classes to new parents how to care for their newborns and help fragile NICU babies during their earliest days.
I wish I could tell the 16 year old who was so viciously bullied and abused that she had to leave public school that she would one day heal and find more happiness than she could ever imagine.
I wish I could tell the 18 year old who failed her first college English class that she would someday write an article for a prestigious medical institute.
I wish I could tell the 20 year old with the broken, battered heart how close she was to finding the love of her life.
The trials we face only get bigger as we get older. I’m looking at the trials I face today, while they are so much bigger than some of the ones I’ve faced in the past, I know the triumphs will be even greater, too.
My prayer is that you, too, might find peace in reflection, knowing great victories are to come.