The Blonde Quill

If only I could speak

To my younger self

And reassure that young girl

That all those closed doors

Slammed shut in my face

Weren’t a reflection

Of my value or worth.

I’ve always been enough.

Rather, my Creator closed

Each and every door

With a gracious hand

For me

Because what He has in mind

For my life

Is so much greater

Than these little things

I thought I wanted.

My story has always been written,

Leading me to what is truly mine.