Dear, Becky

At the end of my senior year in high school, my English teacher gave us one last assignment. Write a letter to yourself 10 years from now. In that letter, share your hopes and dreams for your future self and describe a little bit about what life is like for you now. The plan was to open and read these letters at our 10 year reunion. Well, I didn’t make it to my reunion this past May because I really didn’t want to go was working.

Then a few weeks ago, I opened my mailbox and saw a letter addressed to me. I opened it and inside was another sealed envelope that read “Do Not Open Until 2011”. The letter I had written myself 10 years ago had found its way back to me. I paused for a minute, bracing myself for what I was about to read.

You see, the Becky of 2001 was verrrrrrrrrrrry different from the Becky today. Very. Different. I don’t really even have words to express how different I am today. Like, literally night and day different.

I edited this letter down quite a bit because…well to be honest, the whole thing was just full of cuss words and venomous rants about how life wasn’t a bowl of cherries. Not exactly words I’m proud of.

Dear Becky,
You are what, 28 now? So how weird is this? Reading this letter at your 10 year reunion (but I think we both know you didn’t go). Maybe you’re married, which is highly unlikely, since as of now, you’re cursed in love…. Becky, you better have stayed in school…you better have a job…I hope you drive a fancy car….I hope you haven’t completely *@$%&! up your life.


A little about me right now…I’m 18, I have a boyfriend whom I’ve been with for 1 week and 4 days (my longest relationship yet!), I’m living with mom and Jenny, who are probably the 2 best people in my life….All in all, life has been pretty sad. I’m sad a lot, I wish I knew why…I hope that at 28 I’m finally happy. More than anything, I hope that I am finally happy. Take care of yourself, quit smoking and call mom…and call Jenny.


Love,
Becky
PS-Are there flying cars yet??”


There was a lot more to the letter, but that was the gist of it. Reading it, I hardly even remember that girl. It doesn’t even feel like me who wrote it. Like it was some other girl, who just happened to look like me. That girl is such a far cry from the woman I am today. Oh my word.

I wish that I could go back in time, walk into that English class, sit down next to that feisty redhead and say….”Hey, cheer up! It all works out in the end.  In fact, just 2 years from now, your life will change forever. You’ll meet Jesus and then you’ll meet the man you’re going to marry 5 days later. You have a beautiful life…full of family, friends, a great church, a warm home, a fun little business, 2 cute kitty cats. And guess what else? You’re happy. Like, legitimately, 110% happy. Not just happy, but full of joy and warmth and kindness and love. So chin up girl, your life is beautiful.
Oh, and your sister is the one who winds up driving the fancy cars…not you. =) “


It’s amazing to see how the Lord has changed me. To go from a depressed, confused, substance abusing, self-destructing girl who lived recklessly in almost every sense, to the woman God has transformed me into today. I’m not perfect by any means, but I sure have come a long long long way in 10 years. Praise Jesus for miracles! =)

Me and my little sister Jenny 10 years ago

“For if a man belongs to Christ, he is a new person. The old life is gone. New life has begun.” 2 Cor 5:17

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6 thoughts on “Dear, Becky

  1. I've often thought about my letter as well. I won't get it for a couple more years but I am curious what I said and how I'll react to it. I'm sure it'll involve a lot of laughing. Great post, Becky 🙂

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  2. That is absolutely beautiful and brought tears to my eyes. Praise God-what a wonderful testimony to his Goodness! And it also reminds me to persevere to be a ray of His love to my students who seem to have written off happiness and hope. Thanks so much for sharing this!

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