Bart Millard’s voice breaks through while I’m stirring over the stove. The words stream across the open space, “Dear Younger Me…”.
My minds been flipping through doubts all day. I’ve rolled over words and wrestled out angles. And I still hold more questions than I do answers.
And I began to wonder……what would I say to younger me?
What would YOU say? Has anyone else wanted to sit across from younger you and say a few things?