Written By: Deanna Marie Battista

Welcome blue ribbons! You’ve got mail. With this letter from heaven the angels have inspired me to offer up even more vulnerability within this next level and hourglass that we all can be waiting for to start or stop. Whether it be our most prized yearns and dreams within this world, or our most heartfelt hardships and seasons of the warmth and cold felt equally as harshly. In dew time the daylight will brighten and the night time skies will fall and break. The balance of waiting and receiving isn’t easy. Time can be the most sought after notion to withhold and yet it can also become a breath away from heartbreak. The outpour of moonlight that has fallen from my eyes time and time again, pun intended; throughout the many smaller journeys I have been on within my young life, all the while intertwining with the bigger picture of what was always meant for me to become. The bigger journey if you will. Through the tendrils of hope and also missed opportunities. Through the haze of leaps and bounds of faith that correlate towards the past, it wraps back around the bend when the crescent moon comes to shine brightly and sing hello again. Especially to the hope my heart leads, following suit into what Jesus needs of me. Wrapping around into a neatly prism like bow, awaiting for the moment where regret and yearn all shade the background drawing of the younger me at play. The heartbeat of tomorrow awaits, just as paradise and fairytales from within beckon and call upon my name. Speeding through the waiting game life can sometimes pose, whether it be no fault of our own or self sabotage we can get through this. Past the turmoil, trauma, shortcomings or doubt, we are more than our worst fears. Don’t just fall in love with your own potential and let it dwindle, use it. Patience is needed now more than ever. All good things take time. It's been a long stretch of healing, but it’s become even more enriching to be the young woman that has grown and churned her pain into armor that doesn’t hinder any opponent, but instead uses it to send prayers their way. The growth of brown eyes and curly turned straight hair has aged in its wisdom and shedded away from defeat. Even the moonlight sheds tears of light in the wake of the night sky’s embrace and the slumber of the sun’s rays. Past, present and future are tying around one another in one sweetly colored ribbon. A light blue kind of sorrow that only leads into more depths of an iridescent absence that sadness can pose when light goes missing. The darkness of course at the helm of trying to convince you, you're the light that is no longer worthy of burning as bright. The balance beam of time and the pang of hurt that can spring towards someone's chest when the hand on the clock does anything but strike gently. What can happen in a day, next week or five years from now? Who could really know? The present day, the worry about the past or tomorrow. With moonlight sorrow and shedding tears for tomorrow; my twenties are going to pass on by, as slowly and as fast as time burrows around my dreams that are slowly becoming checkmarks next to my long growing list of accomplishments. Yet still there are so many things I have yet to truly awaken from the depths of fate and imagination. How could I dare let any dream die, now that I know what I am made of, capable of? Now that I know who is walking beside me. I implore all of you to heed my message, because not in this girl’s moonlight embrace will I allow time to become the heartbeat of my mind without praying enough, patiently waiting even when it hurts and trusting in myself and more importantly up above. Through and with God’s healing hand holding and carrying us steady from my crescent moon tears to yours, let us not collect our worries and trepidation; instead let us embrace the unknowns of tomorrow we will face. Everything is possible with God, and the time insulated with grace is what you have to give yourself. God will help you make it, but we have to do the work to aid in these blessings and let him. Until the next letter from heaven falls down from the clouds above, use this letter as the time stamp towards the expiration date of everything standing in your way, even if that includes you; like once upon a time it did for me. A multitude of minutes awaits for us all!
Beautifully Written! 💙