A Letter To My Little Sister:

 I want you to know that you’re not alone, that it’d be pretty weird if you were the only one who felt the things you feel or had the same thoughts that you have. There’s no way that you’re the only one who’s felt alone, the only one who’s wanted to hold a boy’s hand, the only one who’s felt betrayed, the only one who has ever stood in front of the mirror for too long — don’t let your loneliness and sad heart make you dehumanize the people around you.

I want you to know that the quirky things about you–all the random things you know so much about–that’s going to be what gets you places in life. That’s going to be what blows peoples’ minds and makes a path for you and separates you out. Most of the greats knew too much about the things people didn’t slow down to look at.

I want you to know that if there’s someone out there you miss, someone you wish you could see, someone you want to be friends with because you think they’re neat and funny— someone thinks those things about you, too. Maybe not always the same people you feel that way about, but someone. You’re not the only lover out their.

I want you to know that there are worlds that would not spin the same way without you in them.

I want you to know that you shine brighter than anyone I know.

I want you to know that this is not the way things will stay, that this is just a season, an age. It’s only a day, a week, 6 months, a year– it’s not you’re whole life. Because one day you’ll be 20 and forget the way your stomach felt when you went to church and sat alone all those nights; you’ll forget about that boy you liked sophomore year; you’ll forget about the friend you thought you’d move out and live with one day who ended up walking out before you even made it out of high school.

I want you to know that college is grand. That one day you’ll be sitting in class with the guy that used to be the most popular basketball player in high school, and you’ll notice how no one knows his name or cares about how many girls he dated or how many winning shots he had– you get a clean slate in college. No one cares and everyone is nice and nothing else matters but making it through the next four years together. So shake the dust of any hurt or gossip or loneliness that gets to you now.

I want you to know that living the life I lived in high school–the holding hands and the dates and the stories you heard me tell about the things boys did for me–it’s no where near as luxurious as keeping your heart, your hands, your lips. It may keep you up at night right now that you’ve never been on a date, but you should know that most of us would trade half of the dates we’ve been on just so we could wait for the RIGHT date. You’re the lucky one. Stay excited and hopeful.

And I hope you know that one day, after all the years you’ve spent begging God to give you someone who would stay– one day you’ll be driving down the highway somewhere in Pineville, South Carolina, sitting in the back seat of a Subaru, listening to two new friends sing and laugh at the top of their lungs, asking you questions and playing their favorite music for you. And you’ll remember all those years you asked God, “Why do I have to wait? Why not know?” And it’s only then that you’ll thank Him for saving the good things. Because the things He gives us are always better than the things we ask for. 

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