Younger me,

There’s going to come a point

He’s going to help you out of the van,

Don’t be afraid to hold his hand a little longer.

There’s going to be a time he will admit he drove to fast

He’s going to own the room when he walks in.

He’ll always be the friend everyone seeks.

But you’ll see behind the sunglasses,

Because somehow God let you love

Not what the crowds say

But who he was

The treasure in hidden in the shimmering eyes

And when you watch his blue eyes turning grey

Don’t be afraid to smile anyways

Because there’s going to be a point you see him get lost, start to lose hope-

Don’t stop praying.

There’s going to be a point he’ll go to her games

Don’t cry too long

He’s going to sit in the back

They are going to giggle

Don’t worry.

Because on that that rainy day

When he’s hiding the tears

You’ll realize

That you’ll want to catch every one

And that moment he calls your name

And holds onto the hug a little longer

Keep hoping.

Because he’ll hold on again.

And it will never get old.

And it will always feel like home.

Because somehow,

He loves you with unbrushed hair

He still takes your hand in a fever sweat

Loves you in best clothes

And in the dingy hospital gown.

He’ll love you when you smile

And when you cry.

Somehow he will love you through your faults.

And you will watch humility make him stronger.

Watch a smile that does not fade with time.

Christ’s love in him will remind you to look up when you keep looking down.

He will knows your favorite song

Laughs, but loves it anyways.

He will smile at your terrible jokes.

His hands are gentle, but strong.

His energy will keep you on your toes, but you’ll need it to keep going.

Somehow God’s made him not afraid of your anxious thoughts.

Your wounds don’t worry him.

So be honest

He’ll listen every time.

And you’ll realize every moment he in,

is the greatest adventure, the sweetest time spent.

And every prayer each night together

Falls on the ears of the most gracious Father

Who somehow called me to be his.

And no matter the pain and loss in life

The mistakes you make, the regrets you have

Younger me,

After loving Jesus,

There is one regret I’ll never carry,

I’ll never regret saying,

“I love you”

To that broken, but trying

The strong, but humble

The loud, but soft

Jesus loving man.

So, younger me,

when the moment comes and he says I think “I like you”

Don’t be afraid to say “I love you” back.

Because out of every adventure had, every place to go to, every mountain to climb,

The greatest of these is love.