Dear 90's Kim

Dear 90’s Kim,

You yelled too much. 

You smoked too much. 

You cussed too much. 

You said you wanted one thing and did another. 

You felt rejection deeper than you knew how to name. 

So you people-pleased. 

You overgave. 

You lost yourself trying to hold onto everything else. 

You were messy. 

You were inconsistent. 

You were hurting. 

But you were also surviving. 

You survived even when it felt like the darkness would swallow you whole. 

You survived self-hate that clawed at your soul. 

You survived deep rejection. 

You survived compromise that left you hollow. 

Through all of it, through every tear, tantrum, and temper flare, you had faith walking with you. 

Even when you couldn’t feel it. Even when you doubted it. 

Even when your life felt like chaos and failure. God never left. 

Faith was steady. 

Faith held you. 

Faith whispered, “You will see the other side.” 

You kept going even when money was tight, when raising four kids felt impossible, when you worked

full-time and chased your bachelor’s degree to make life better for your family.

You still strived to laugh from the rear view.  You still lived the best you could, with what you had. 

You bounced back. You overcame. 

You moved. You learned the hard way. 

You survived mean girls, heartbreak, criticism, and the painful truth that the people you loved didn’t

always love you the same way. 

You survived trying to measure up to your parents’ standards, and then you broke free. 

You survived the hard parts of motherhood when your kids didn’t like or need you. You survived

judgment and comparison. 

And through it all… your  your grace and grit didn’t disappear. 

They were part of what kept you alive. 

They were part of what made you real. 

They are still part of you. 

Unapologetic and real.

You made it. 

You are still here. 

Not the broken version. 

Not the lost one. 

But the one who learned. 

The one who came back. 

You didn’t come back quiet. 

You came back clear. 

You came back grounded. 

You came back with boundaries. 

Not perfect. 

But present. 

Not performing. 

But rooted. 

Not abandoning yourself anymore. 

And everything you thought disqualified you? 

Qualified you. 

It built the woman who knows now. 

The woman who chooses differently. 

The woman who stays. 

You don’t have to make up for who you were. 

You just have to keep being who you’ve become. 

And she’s not going anywhere. 

You survived what was meant to harm you, anchored in faith and fire!

Romans 8:28 “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”

All Glory to God. Thank you Jesus!

Revelation 3:20 KJV ❤️