For the girl who longs for something more, who knows this isn’t the end of the story.
For the girl who dreams of the ocean, but wakes up on the plains.
For the girl who wants to make waves in the world, but fear of the ocean keeps her from splashing.
For the girl who wants, who dreams, who longs, who desires…I write for you.
For the little girl who I was, she’s for whom I write.
For the girl at the pier.
For the girl in the pew.
For girls everywhere…I write for you.
I want to tell your stories. I want to know your stories.
For the girl who sat around a table a few nights ago and felt the light shine in her cracked soul.
For the girl who smiled a true smile; who wasn’t trying to hide any pain.
For the girl who was present; who wanted to savor every moment.
For the girl who woke up and could finally breathe.
For the girl who didn’t know sadness as she pulled herself out of bed.
For the girl who read another’s words that jumped off the page and into her very own soul, because she knew the thoughts and the feelings well.
For the girl who woke up and went along her way, knowing who she was.
For the girl who decided today she was going to start living as herself, and not a shell of herself.
For the girl who lives inside the pages of my journals…
For the girl who lives inside of me…
For the girl who’s finally deciding today is the day, now is the time…
I’m writing for you.
For us. For the women who are paving the way, who are joining hands with sisters and brothers to let the Kingdom come here on earth as it is in heaven. The little girls are waiting, watching, and wondering.
May we live into the calling that has been set before us. May we not shrink back. May we live into the full abundance that Jesus came to live and die for, so that others may know the freedom found only in Him.
For the girls who don’t have a voice.
For the girls trying to find a voice.
For the girls who have found their voice.
You are loved. You belong. You matter. You are worth it.