Dear Little Girl,
Somewhere along the way, you started to wonder if you were doing it “right.”
Right way to pray.
Right way to believe.
Right way to meet with God.
Right way to grow spiritually.
You heard words like quiet time, discipline, consistency, structure — and instead of feeling invited, you felt a little evaluated.
Like there was a checklist.
Like God was keeping score.
Like intimacy with Him had a format.
But here’s the truth you’re allowed to remember:
God is not impressed by your methods.
He is moved by your presence.
Sometimes your time with Him looks like a Bible open and a warm cup of coffee before the house wakes up.
And sometimes it looks like:
“Hey God… it’s me again. I’m tired. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do.”
Both count.
Both matter.
Both are prayer.
You don’t need a perfect routine to be close to God.
You need a real relationship.
The kind where you show up messy.
The kind where you argue, doubt, cry, ramble, vent, thank Him, forget about Him, and then come back again.
Because that’s what love looks like.
Not a formula.
Not a performance.
Not a spiritual productivity plan.
Just presence.
Some days your connection will be deep and reflective.
Some days it will be five minutes in the car.
Some days it will be a song that cracks your heart open.
Some days it will be a journal entry that starts with:
“God, where are you?”
And none of those days disqualify you.
Spiritual growth isn’t built on intensity.
It’s built on honesty.
Not how early you wake up.
Not how many chapters you read.
Not how eloquent your prayers sound.
But how often you come back.
Again and again and again.
Even when you’re angry.
Even when you’re confused.
Even when you’re exhausted.
Even when you don’t feel anything at all.
Especially then.
So if you’ve ever felt like you were failing at faith because you couldn’t keep up with someone else’s version of it…
Let this be the reframe:
You are not behind.
You are not doing it wrong.
You are not disappointing God.
You are building a relationship the only way relationships are built:
By showing up as yourself.
And whispering,
“Hey God… it’s me again.”
That’s not weak faith.
That’s real faith.
And it’s more than enough.
Love,
The woman who learned God doesn’t want her perfection —
He wants her heart. 🤍
