MESSAGE TO MY FUTURE

To the days I have not touched, To the seasons I have not walked, To the version of me I have not yet met I send this message. I pray you are clothed in peace, not garments of regret. I pray you still carry laughter like coins jingling in your pocket. I pray your scars have become stories, your tears turned to testimonies. Future, do not forget the seed in the soil today’s labor, today’s prayers, today’s little sacrifices. They are the roots that will hold you when storms arrive. Walk gently with time, but walk boldly in purpose. Hold on to God tighter than ambition, for He is the map and the destination. And when you stand on the mountain, look back with gratitude, not sorrow. Look forward with courage, not fear. Future, I am building you now with trembling hands, but I trust the Potter’s design. So if you can hear me across eternity, Smile. Because you are becoming.