Another Letter to Young Women I've Never Met

 

No. As I confessed about a year ago, we've never met.  It's unlikely that we ever will.  Still, just in case someone may read this blog and share it with you, let me begin where my last missive stopped.  I prayed for you after I'd poured out my heart about your monogamous situation.  Why? As a well-known comedian admits, "That's what I do!"  

Essentially what I do is pray, and that's no joking matter.  Basically, I had lamented about your apparent helplessness to demand and command the respect you deserve.  I reminded you that you are made in the image and likeness of God. I wondered why you habitually undervalued yourself.  

I questioned why you demanded nothing from the guy you've chosen to spend your life with.  As if he were the "be-all and end-all," as your great grandmother would declare.  I posited that he treated you shabbily because life before him had treated you like trash! That's all you knew!  I speculated that perhaps you hadn't ' known your birth father, couldn't identify a father figure; or maybe you'd imagined a "Prince Charming" daddy instead.  I don't know. 

Perhaps you'd been forgotten among many siblings or bore the stigma of "the middle child,"  I have no idea.  Yet, somehow you'd received the message that you brought nothing to the table. That's why I wrote to remind you about choices.  First and foremost, choices are one of few options you've always had.    

You can select door number one or door number five. Actually, if you'd look closely, you'd discover a plethora (look it up!) of attributes hardwired into your essence. You are generous, loving, sensitive, thoughtful, and honest.  You carry beauty from within that reflects in your infrequent smiles. And  I  certainly understand why your face doesn't display smiles that often.  You are kind and smart and resolute. Yet, "Life for you ain't been no crystal stair," either! Still, you are more than the sum of your parts.  

I can believe you believe in "Love at first sight,"  and that's probably what you felt at first meeting him.  Too, the cliche promises that the grass is always greener on the other side.  Interestingly and unknowingly, Sweet Child, we usually trade one prison for another.  Have you ever heard of "The gilded lily," or read Maya Angelou's I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings?  It's in paperback and chock-full of wisdom.

Simply, I want the best for you: the best treatment, the most honor, and the best desires of your heart to manifest.  I want you to dream again!  You don't know how?  "Ask the Savior to help you, Comfort, strengthening keep you.  He is willing to aid you, He will carry you through."  I pray that you feel and walk in your own goodness! You're 24-carat gold but best of all, Your Father owns the cattle on a thousand hills---and the hills, too! Walk in your legacy, my dear, knowing that you are royalty!

P.S. I suggest you read as much of of Maya Angelou's poetry as you can get your hands on. Savor and learn from them  Blessings.