Dear Younger Me,

As I address those little eyes which have cried and cried and cried, my right hand covers my heart for connection to your compassionate expression.  Made to believe that your sensitivity was a weakness, that your hypervigilance was unnecessary, or that your voice screeched in the heads of those around you; you were scapegoated for their own pain.  I know that many parts had to emerge inside of your spirit to crowd out self awareness, but all was not lost.  Your deep intricate places of trauma and suffering may appeared to have abandoned you, but a great awakening was brewing at the same time.  Much like The Lord not wanting to destroy the harvest of wheat, He allowed the tares that the enemy planted to grow simultaneously among the crop.  The scheme was calculated to sow destruction in the stages of planting, which is why the attack against your mind was intended to shake your identity.  But oh how magnifisent is the overpowering ways of your Father in heaven to redeem all remedial plans of evil.  For in due time, the Father’s hand reaches down into your brokenness and rips the tares away from your entanglement.