Dear Little Girl,
How could the messy parts not be part of the plan?
Funny how time reveals what pain once concealed. I wrote this a while back, in a season of wrestling and remembering — and now, as I prepare for a family trip that carries hope for healing, I realize just how far God has carried me.
From the tiny one twirling beneath rainbow parachutes, drawn to every bit of color and wonder, to the little girl who played house and dreamed of being seen — really seen. You admired others. You mimicked their grace. And deep down, you hoped someone would see that same magic in you.
Your family wasn’t perfect. Your dad traveled. Your mom drank. But you were loved. And yet, you still carried a quiet ache: Why don’t they see me?
Maybe that’s when the story began to shift. Maybe that’s where the lie snuck in.
Like the day you told your dad you wanted to go to college and dance and act — and he said, “I’m not raising a gypsy.”
In front of Carol Street.
You felt humiliated.
Unseen.
Unheard.
But not unloved.
Still, something rooted in that moment. You tucked away your dream like it was shameful. You chose what was “safe.” Sales. Performance. Achievement. Hustle. It worked for a while — until it didn’t. Until it started to cost you you.
But here’s the plot twist: you never lost what was planted.
Your love for imagination. For movement. For children. For connection. God saw it all. And He never stopped nurturing it. Even when you were chasing approval, trying to be two versions of yourself, running on empty. Even when it got messy.
Especially then.
Because look at you now.
You’re back in the center of your calling — dancing, teaching, loving the kids who remind you of younger you. The full circle wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t clean. But it was holy. And it was His.
So, Dear Little Girl… trust that every twist in the story is still on purpose. Nothing is wasted — not even the painful parts.
A Question to Journal On:
Where in your story have you mistaken “mess” for “meaningless”?
A Prayer for the Girl Wondering If She Took a Wrong Turn
Dear God,
Thank You for being the Author of every chapter — even the ones I wanted to scribble out. You saw the dream when I hid it. You held my heart when I dropped it. And You never stopped calling me back. Help me to trust the mess — not as failure, but as formation. Help me to see that even the winding roads lead me closer to You. Thank You for bringing it full circle. Thank You for never giving up on who You created me to be.
Amen.
With love,
Worthy
