Dear Me,
We have a few things to discuss. I’m not sure if this letter finds you at 14, or 24, or 34… It matters not. What I have to say to you is the same regardless. I could start if off with some niceities about not worrying about that high school boyfriend (or college boyfriend either). You get to marry the only one who has ever really had your heart. And depending on where you are on that journey, let me tell you that sticking it out will be worth it around year 10. It’s really hard up until then, no sugar-coating it. But ya’ll will find your way to good. I should tell you not to believe those old-wives tales… you can in fact get pregnant while nursing. Yeah, that’s a biggie. Chill. (he is beautiful) Hey, don’t go dark with the hair. I know you think it’ll be low matinence and natural but I promise that magenta is not your color. So many things to say, but they all end like this:
IT’S ALL GOING TO BE OKAY.
It is. I know I sound like Mom right now, but trust me (you), she is right. That thing you are in knots over today, I don’t even remember. That mountain you are facing right now is merely dust on my boots. See, it doesn’t matter if we are talking about an algebra test (yours’ or your kid’s), the number in a bank account, or the grown-up to-do list that is full-grown, it’s all going to be okay.
Remember the well-loved miracle from Matthew 14 where Jesus feeds the 5,000 (men) with a little boy’s sack lunch? Remember the disciples’ concern and confusion when Jesus told them to have the crowd sit down for a picnic and bring Him the 5 loaves and 2 fish? And then remember how the masses “all ate and were satisfied and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over?” Amazing. Supernatural provision. The disciples could have never guessed how the problem of thousands of hungry people was going to be solved. But Jesus came through. And it was all okay.
So what you may not remember is this miracle’s lesser-known cousin just one chapter over in Matthew 15 where, according to the heading in our Bible, Jesus Feeds the Four Thousand. Now, you would assume that as the crowds began to complain about the lack of concessions at this event the disciples would say something like, “Hey, no problem! Remember how Jesus fed 5,000 just one chapter ago?!?! We know how this is going to work out! Relax everyone, it’s all going to be okay.” But, no.
Here is what we actually read in Matthew 15:32-33: “Jesus called His disciples to Him and said, ‘I have compassion for these people; they have already been with me three days and have nothing to eat. I do not want to send them away hungry, or they may collapse on the way.”
His disciples answered, “Where could we get enough bread in this remote place to feed such a crowd?”
Are they kidding me (you)? These are the same disciples that had just picked up 12 basketfuls of leftovers after a strikingly similar situation IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER!!! Obviously, we know their lives were not actually measured in chapters but, seriously, even if it was years later (which it was not), don’t you think they would remember? Can’t you just picture Jesus throwing His hands up, rolling His eyes, mouth opened at their response? How could they have forgotten the fish and loaves?
But, this is our problem too. No matter how many times Jesus has come through for us, we tend to forget the fish and loaves miracles in our own life. There will be situations, problems, heartaches, trials that you will have absolutely no idea how in the world it will work out, and then it will.
I know the anxiety that haunts you in the middle of the night. I’m the only one who can, after all. I know that it feels like a semi-truck you can’t out run. I know that sometimes you can see the driver {name the problem}, the worry, the fear- and sometimes it is faceless. Faceless fears are no less powerful. I know. And this is why I so desperately wanted to write you this letter, why I so desperately want you to get it, why I so desperately want you to remember the fish and loaves. It really will all be okay.
It doesn’t always look like the unexpected check in the mailbox, or the miraculous, instantaneous healing. It doesn’t always sound like an audible voice from heaven. It isn’t always a picnic lunch with more leftovers than you can imagine. It usually looks like a lot of hard work. It looks like tearfully taking the same test over and over until you pass it. It looks like waiting, and self-control, and selflessness, and holding our tongue. It looks like serving someone else in their hard times and putting our’s on the back-burner. It looks like obedience in the face of rebellious feelings. It looks like endless nights standing in the middle of the road to prayerfully face the semi. Sometimes it looks like magenta hair.
And it will all be okay.
So, past self, hear me. You will graduate from high school and college. You did the right thing to wait for, you know. #worthit Your marriage ends up pretty great, not perfect, but pretty great. Your kids are stunning. Somehow the money thing always works out. Your home is a ton of work, and you’ll have to suck it up and stick with the ugly tile floors longer than you want to, but good friends will gather here and no one cares. Texas will feel like home eventually though Florida will always be your heart. Mom and Dad will be okay with it one day. Hug Nannie and Papa for me. Throw the ball to Zip a few extra times. It will all be okay. Not easy. Not always fun. But Jesus will come through. When you have Him, you have the miracle. That’s the only ending you need to know right now.
And future self, hurl some fish and loaves at that familiar, faceless semi tonight. Please remind me that no matter the problem, the fear, the situation, it will all be okay. Supernatural provision is what Jesus does best. I love you. I’m for you. You can do it. Well, He can do it for you.
Love, Me (You) (Whatever)