A letter from September 22nd, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Hey, Catherine. This is your 20-year old self. I hope that when this letter delivers, you'd have become the amazing lady I see you becoming. I hope that then, you love God even more. I pray that you see him even more clearly and you're truly shining. Catherine, I hope that you don't let life's troubles weigh you down. I hope that you don't let me, your younger self, down. You're an amazing writer. You're a beautiful lady in-and-out. You're loved by God and He calls you His own. I hope that you're happily married to the love of your life by then. See, your value is not determined by anything life throws your way. You will have your publishing firm by the time this letter delivers. I won't disappoint you. I won't let go of God. I won't let go of faith and love. You're currently in the POS shop charging your laptop and you're phoneless right now. You're single at this point and life seems to be happening in the reverse to you. But the fire in your eyes won't die out. You'll be reading this message from the comfort of your own home, married or not. And you will be a famous author by then. Baby girl, great things are coming your way. I believe in you and I won't let you down. Sincerely, The 20-year old you