08/08/2026
I asked chatgpt to create a note that the present me could share with the little girl me. I uploaded one of the few photos I have of myself as a child and a recent photo. This is what odd gave me…
Sweet little girl, I see you.
I see the little girl you were before you understood things that children should never have had to understand.
Come here. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.
You are safe with me now.
I’m grown up now, and I came back for you.
You don’t have to figure everything out. You don’t have to watch for what might happen next. You don’t have to make yourself small, stay quiet, be good enough, or somehow earn the right to be loved and protected.
You were always worth protecting.
None of the things that happened around you determined your value. You were precious before anyone treated you as though you weren’t.
I wish I could reach through this photograph, pick you up, hold you against my chest and tell you, “I’ve got you. You’re not facing this alone anymore.”
I would let you cry as long as you needed to cry.
I would let you be angry.
I would let you ask why.
I would let you play.
I would let you be exactly what you were supposed to be—a little girl.
You never needed to be tougher. You needed someone trustworthy to protect you.
I am that person for you now.
Look at me, sweetheart. We made it.
There is a whole life waiting for you that you cannot possibly imagine from where you are standing.
You will grow up.
You will have a voice.
You will have choices.
You will build a life that belongs to you.
You will laugh—a lot.
You will love and be loved.
You will discover that what happened to you is part of your story, but it is not the author of your story.
And one day, that frightened little girl will become a woman capable of standing in the doorway of her own life with her head up and her arms open.
That woman is me.
And I will never abandon you.
When you are frightened, come find me.
When you feel alone, come sit beside me.
When something reminds you of the past, you don’t have to go back there by yourself. Take my hand.
We live here now. Not there.
It is 2026.
You are no longer trapped in childhood.
You have a voice.
You have choices.
You can leave.
You can say no.
You can ask for help.
You can rest.
You can lock the door.
You can choose who comes close to you.
You are safe.
And there is something else I want you to know.
God saw you when you thought no one saw you.
He knew your name before anybody wounded your heart. Your suffering was never evidence that He had forgotten you.
The little girl in these photographs was never invisible to Him.
And sweetheart, look what He did with you.
He did not waste your life.
He brought you through.
So you can stop waiting for someone to rescue you now.
I’m here.
God is here.
You’re home.
You are loved.
You are wanted.
You are precious.
You are allowed to be happy.
And you are safe.
I’ve got you now.
We live here now. Not there.