Close your eyes,
go to a beautiful place,
go to the nearest house,
and open the door.
You from ten years into the future answers the door.
What is she like?
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I think she’s glowing, just radiantly happy. She’s confident in where she’s at and where God has her right now. She’s beautiful and kind. She invites me in immediately and makes sweet coffee. She gives long, tight hugs and smells like shampoo. She is gentle, and she is genuine. She has lots of real, interesting friends, and her Spirit-filled community is stronger than ever. She’s content sitting here with me sipping coffee, but I can tell if I were to suggest an adventure, she’d already be packed.
I think she probably thinks about me a lot.
She is encouraging and loving and brave and wise. I couldn’t stay long, and I could tell as I was leaving that there is much more to her than meets the eye. Is she married? Does she have kids? Is she successful in her career? I can’t tell any of these things, and maybe it’s because she doesn’t let those things define her. I noticed her Bible, thick with sticky notes and crumpled, tea-stained pages. I noticed her journals piled high the side table. He is who defines her, finally.
And I’m so excited to be her.