Dear sweet child,
I don’t know you yet, but you have been on my heart. I don’t know if you are a boy or a girl. I don’t know if you are a mother or a father, a sister or a brother, a grandparent, a child, a senior citizen. I don’t know what color your hair is, whether you are shy or outgoing, or what the sweet smile you have when you are happy looks like. I don’t know you and you don’t know me. Yet.
Sometime in the next year, our paths are going cross. Maybe it will be in Ecuador, maybe in India, maybe Zambia, maybe Georgetown or Gainesville or an airport during some layover. But somewhere at some point, you and I are going to meet.
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about you. I have been praying for you. As I think about you, there are a few things I want to make sure you know.
I want you to know that you matter and you are important.
I want you to know that it is okay to be okay and it is okay to not be okay.
I want you to know that you are adored by many.
I want you to know that you are beautiful, inside and out.
I want you to know that you are smart.
Most importantly, I want you to know that you are treasured, pursued, and loved by your Heavenly Father. He is always seeking you and your heart. He loves you and is never going to unwrap His arms from around you. To think that He created every star, the universe, everything on the earth, every human being and He felt the world needed you, is pretty spectacular if you ask me. You are adored by your Abba father.
So, sweet friend, when we meet, whenever that may be, I am going to tell you all this and so much more. I am going to pray with you while holding your precious hand. I may have to simplify this or expand it, depending on your age. We will just have to find out when the time comes.
For now though, even though you have no idea these words exist, you are precious and beautiful and heard. You are loved, child. Oh, so loved.
I can’t wait to meet you.
Love,
Kylee
