Dear Me… {a letter to my teenage self}

A letter to my teenage self

My dearest Em,

What a journey you have ahead! In your small (and by small, I mean tall and semi-chubby) self, you have no idea what joy and pain, triumphs and failures, love and heartache, adventures and mishaps are waiting for you.

I don’t want to alter your path too much with my words from the future.  I am grateful, though vexed at times, for the lessons I learned from your choices.  I would, however, like to offer some encouragement, and maybe a pointer or two, to make the coming years less of an emotional roller coaster.

Be Yourself!

Life got a lot more enjoyable when you began to embody who God created you to be.  Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t until college that you really started to act like yourself, and even then, you had days so driven by the whims of other people, Emily was nowhere to be found.

I realize it takes time, and trial and error, to discover who you are.  The process of discovery never really stops; but, the more you look to the Lord – the author of the life you live – the more confident you’ll be that YOU are speaking, acting, thinking, believing, not other people.

With that in mind: embrace your height, wear lace, start a book club, get your groove on, speak up in class, bake for everyone you know (and don’t know), share your faith boldly.  Indeed, people will judge, but at least they will be judging the real you, not who you think they want to judge.

Clippings from the Senior issue of the Tartan Shield, my high school newspaper. I was on staff for three years. {Ashley was my Maid of Honor}

About boys…

Teenage love is swirling around you in all its hand-holding, texting, and movie going glory.  The idea of a guy liking you is a heady thought, especially that guy you’ve liked since 6th grade and will continue to like all through high school.

Baking his name in cookies, toilet papering his house, and endlessly instant messaging him may seem like good ideas, but probably come off as a tad bit overeager (desperate, maybe?).   The triumph of getting him to admit that he thinks you’re pretty isn’t worth the endless hours you obsess and journal about him.

God seems a bit cruel, not allowing some romantic action to develop over the years.  Yes, a date to just one school dance would be nice, but deep down you know you only want to go for the dress.  Don’t fret, you’ll get to wear a beautiful dress when it really counts. God isn’t being cruel; He’s keeping you all to Himself until both you and the one who will cherish and care for you is ready.

I don’t want to give too much away (just wait until you find out where your “meet cute” is…), but know that your future husband meets everything on the list you so diligently made and has qualities you didn’t know you needed.

In light of all that, you won’t have a boyfriend until you’re 24 and that boyfriend will become your husband.  You saved your first kiss for him.  You saved your whole self for him.

It was worth it!

Reach out!

Friends don’t make themselves.  Your dependence on others to create friendships for you is unnecessary and puts strain on the ones that matter the most.  I know there are others around you who have the same difficulty moving past “Hello. How are you.”  Those people are friends in the making!

Shyness is not an excuse.  Come to find out, you aren’t shy.  Reserved, yes.  Introverted, yes.  Shy, no.

Look beyond yourself and reach out to those around you.  Not everyone you meet needs to become your bosom friend, but love and caring without prejudice should go without saying.

Reach out to the girl who gleefully pointed out the mating moths before 4th period.  Reach out to the foreign exchange student who’s too smart for his own good.  Reach out to the forlorn girl in PE who obviously has “sadness in her heart,” as mom would say.

On beauty…

I am hesitant to say much on the topic of beauty and self-image, not because you don’t need encouragement, but because I am so vastly in need of the same encouragement.  I don’t know what to say to keep you from negative self-talk and strict food intake.  You have already begun to build your self perception around a worldly standard.

Your family, your friends, your husband will spend many hours affirming you.  Their encouragement will all be for not if a confidence in Christ’s unconditional love for you doesn’t remain strong.

If you internalize anything from this letter, let it be this: You are valuable.  Your value isn’t directly linked to any sort of physical attribute or personality trait.  Your value is given by God Almighty.

Put your God goggles on and believe what you see.

In parting:

You will begin to notice a theme develop as God molds and shapes your heart and your path.  He never works when or how you want Him to work.  Initially, that’s quite frustrating and works directly against your perfectionist modus operandi, however, you cannot deny that God knows.  He just knows…

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

{Ephesians 3:19-21}

Amen, indeed, Emmy – Amen!

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Emily P. Freeman, author of Grace for the Good Girl, has written a second book geared toward young women.  It’s called Graceful and Emily shares:

For the good test taker and the strict list maker. For the rule follower, the fear wallower, the messy, and the misunderstood. For the self-critic, the silent judge, and the girl who feels invisible.

For the girl who is tired of trying and the one afraid to fail.

You don’t have to be perfect, but do you trust the One who is? The God who came to save you also came to live with you, in you, today.

She encouraged others to remember what it was like to be a teenager again.  Many of us took that challenge and turned our reflections into letters to our young souls.  You can find a link up of other letters on Emily’s website Chatting at The Sky.  She has even created a wonderful video to spread the message of Graceful.

photo credit: Dr Stephen Dann via photopin cc

Four Monthiversary

Today, Tim and I celebrate four months of marriage.  Seems like a small feat, but I am thankful for every day, every week, every month I get to share with my love.

Leaving our family and friends last week provided a great opportunity to create a wedding slideshow for our loved ones to watch at a little Labor Day gathering.   Moving preparations were all encompassing, so we finally sat down and went through the one-thousand plus pictures our photographer had given us months ago.

A wellspring of emotions rose up with each photo as I remembered the joy of that day – May 11th, 2012.  There is much to be said for letting those memories wash over you – reliving the thrill of the first look, the nerves of waiting to walk down the aisle, the excitement of being pronounced “Mr. and Mrs.”  Those memories are wonderful medicine for the stress of moving and the anxiety associated with a new job and a new season in life.

As I watched snapshot after snapshot come across the screen, I was thankful – thankful for the gentle, caring, strong man that I married, thankful for the friends and family standing and sitting around us, and most importantly, thankful for God’s evident hand in bringing Tim and I together.

Four months later, I still see God so evidently involved in the path our lives have taken.  On May 11th, neither of us would have guessed we would celebrate 123 days of marriage in Idaho; but, now, I can’t imagine anything else being what God had planned.

My prayer for the next four months (and the next four months…) is that Tim and I would embody Psalm 34:3 – exalting the Lord for the good things He has done and magnifying His name in all that we do and say.

Lord, let our union be a reflection of Your love for us, Your children.

Oh Magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt His name together.

Just in case you’re wondering who took these lovely wedding photos… Check out Bobby Schneider – he’s super talented and a blast to work with!

The Next Chapter

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Floating Boardwalk: Coeur d’Alene, Idaho

Curled up on my parent’s couch, I wonder if I’ve come full circle.  I’ve sat on this couch for years – watching Saturday morning cartoons with my siblings, stretching out to do homework, chatting with friends and family.  I celebrated the monumental and the trivial in this living room.  I mourned the loss of precious people in this living room.  I grew physically, emotionally, and spiritually in this living room.  I lived in this space with people I love.

It seems fitting that I would spend my last night living in this house sleeping on the couch.  Husband is on a twin in my old bedroom.  Most of our possessions were loaded onto a moving van this morning, the remainder packed tightly into Blueberry for our three day trek to Idaho.

This couch is a period, the punctuation concluding a fantastic chapter in my story.  Since my life is such a page turner (or so i’d like to think), i’m anxious to read what’s next.  A year ago, 6 months ago, heck, 2 months ago, I would not have guessed Idaho was part of the next chapter for me and Tim.

God has proven a trustworthy author thus far, so, in faith, the pages continue to turn.  A new chapter for Team Gardner begins tomorrow morning!

Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it’s the Lord’s purpose that prevails.

{Proverbs 19:21}