An African Journey – Post Two: A Letter to My Younger Self…

 Standing next to an ant hill somewhere in central Africa, approximately 1966.

Dearest girl,


That’s what you are, you know. You don’t realize that, but I do. Looking back across these years, I see you. I see how very young you are. Twenty-one, newly married, recent college graduate, thrilled to be living your life, to be planning a cross-continental move, to be moving on, moving out, moving away. 

You’re a little bit full of yourself and your university education, especially those three courses in African studies you took that last semester, in preparation for moving across the sea. Three college level courses does not an expert make – believe me, it just does not. But then, you learned that within the first six weeks of moving there, didn’t you? Yes, you learned it the hard way. I guess that’s how all good learning comes, sweetheart. It has to hurt a little to be real.

I look at these old pictures and I know you’re a bit nervous about all that’s happened to you in the last few months. I see a smidgen of uncertainty, a frisson of anxiety. But mostly what I see when I look at your face is this wonderful truth: you are just plain gob-smacked with the freedom you’ve found in being married. 

You and he are on your own – and that feels grand, doesn’t it? You can go anywhere, do anything, be anyone. Of course, there are limits to that, aren’t there? Limits of morality and common decency, which you both hold in high regard. But more than that, there are limits of believing and belonging, limits that you share, that you value, that you try to live. 

Following in the footsteps of the Rabbi from Nazareth has always been part of who you are, for as long as you can remember. Suffering growing pains as a 4-year-old, you told  your Mama one night, “That ol’ Jesus is down in my leg tonight and he’s hurtin’ me!” And you believed that with your whole, small heart. Jesus was there, living your life with  you. 

And walking down that center aisle of the old brownstone church in downtown Los Angeles, late on a Sunday evening the year you turned 11 – saying ‘yes’ to Jesus in front of your community of faith – that was important, significant. And you felt it deep down inside you as you drove home in the backseat of your parents’ car, staring at the street lights. You were filled with wonder that night – and so many nights since. 

Your heart was true that 21st year, this much I know. But I also know that your heart and your mind had a lot of traveling to do in order to communicate well. And then there was the matter of getting what you knew and what you felt to travel down your limbs to your hands and feet. Living what you knew, what you believed, what you began to allow yourself to feel with the truer pieces of yourself – that took years and years, and still isn’t done. No, not done yet.

Our once-a-week dinner with the students at Choma Secondary School.

But here’s what I want to tell you, oh, brave younger self. Here’s how I want to encourage you. You will break out of the mold as you get older and wiser. And you will make a lot of mistakes in that process. But you will also learn and stretch and grow and change and enlarge your heart and your mind and your spirit . . . and it will be wonderful. Difficult, painful, anxiety-filled, marked by loss, watered by tears and tears and tears . . . but wonderful.

You will push three living beings out into the world and love them fiercely. Those three will form you in ways you cannot even begin to imagine now, but count on it – their mark on you will be indelible. 

And while you’re at home, raising them and learning more about that Rabbi you love, you will begin the hard work of questioning much of what you were taught about who you are as a daughter of God, a sister to Jesus. And you will find answers from good people, from faithful people, people who’ve walked the road ahead of you. Some of them will be contemporaries; many will be much older saints, long gone to be with Jesus. 

If you could see me across these years, you might be surprised, maybe even shocked. Life has this way of getting both more complicated and more simple as time passes. Layer upon layer of love and responsibility get added as your family and friendships grow. But at the same time, much that is extraneous and unnecessary gets stripped away, leaving the bare bones beauty of truth, faith, hope, peace, love. 

You cannot see what’s ahead – neither the joy nor the heartbreak. And you can’t really see what’s behind you at this point, either. That takes time and work and self-care and you’re nowhere near that at age 21. You’re too busy living your life to look at it carefully. Give it a little time, however. You’ll start looking. And what you’ll find will surprise you, bring you to tears, fill you with thanksgiving and make you wonder about a lot of things. 

It will take time and scrutiny to understand the impact of an alcoholic grandfather on your mother and her parenting of you. It will take time and patience to look at the steely-eyed pressure your grandmother put on your father and how his reaction to that made a difference in you and your own family circle growing up. These things take time, they take maturity. But you’ll get there. You’ll always be getting there, honey. Count on it. 

Because that’s what this life is about. Truly, it is. We’re here to become human, to become the person we were designed and created to be – in a word, to look more and more like Jesus. And back then, you only had glimpses of all that, which was exactly how it should have been. Now, at this end of these years, I can say with gratitude that goes deep as the Marianas Trench – it’s all grace. Because it is, dear one. It is.

Love you – more and more,

Your older, wiser, creakier Self

Waiting for the bride at my nephew’s wedding, April 2012

Delighted to be re-joining Bonnie over at Faith Barista, whose prompt this week was a letter to our younger self. I’ll also check in with Emily at Canvas Child.

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Comments

  1. I think of doing this sometimes…writinga letter to my younger self. I love it that you’ve actually DONE it!! 

    It sounds as though you’ve turned out wonderfully though!!

    Sarahx

  2. Jimhalvorsen says:

    Oh how we relate. Beautiful words. Thank you. 🙂

  3. Ray Beere Johnson II says:

    “It’s all grace.” That’s one of the truest things I’ve ever read.

  4. Still turning out – will be til I die! Thanks for stopping by, lovely lady. How’s the babe? And how are you managing everything on that very full plate of yours??

  5. Thank you, Jim. And you’re welcome.

  6. Even it most definitely doesn’t feel like it. Even then. Thanks for coming by and commenting, Ray.

  7. I love these old pictures of you!

  8. I look at these and wonder why I thought I was such a toad back then. Sigh. I was tall and lean and more powerful than I knew. BUT, I’m glad not to be 21 anymore. Now 45? That I would go back to in a heartbeat. :>)

  9. You’ve written beautiful words to explain feelings and experiences and fears and wisdom and faith that usually defy being captured in words, but you not only did it, you did it well! And the “grace” part — oh, yes, that’s it! That’s what it’s all about. Thank you for sharing this with us. I am always blessed to get to sit at your feet and read your messages.

    Smiles,
    Linda

  10. Oh, Linda. You are so kind. And please – no feet sitting in this place! You’re welcome by my side as we learn together from the only Feet worth sitting at.

  11. Beth Werner Lee says:

    Beautiful, Diana. Deep sigh, but thank you. I really really thank God for who you are and what you write.

  12. Thank you, Beth. I appreciate your kind words and encouragement.

  13. Oh, Diana! In some ways, I think you wrote this letter to me. I, too, was once young and full of myself, and thought I knew what I knew. But that deep learning, the kind that needed to migrate from my head down into my limbs–well, that’s still a work in progress.

    Lovely. Truly.

  14. Thanks, Nancy. I think we were all young and full of ourselves, don’t you? I see it now in my grandson who is 21 – love him to pieces, but I see it. It’s endemic to the age and sometimes I think it’s almost necessary to get us through young adulthood! Loved Richard Rohr’s book called “Falling Upward” on this whole idea – the two halves of life, how important they each are and how intentional that 2nd half needs to be… Appreciate your words and your heart, Nancy.

  15. What a beautiful young woman :). “Gobsmacked”…yes, I can see that too :). Weren’t we all? Did you really? Take 3 classes in African studies? Such a dear, dear thing to do. May I say how much this story delights me? Looking forward to much more.

  16. Diana Trautwein says:

    I really did – a history course, a lit course and a sociology course. And they were wonderful classes and I aced them. Being married got me a LOT better grades. :>) Should have done it sooner…well, maybe not. :>)

  17. What struck me the most is how lovingly you write to yourself – how compassionate you are.

  18. It’s easier for me to compassionate with my younger self than it is with my present-day, supposedly wiser one!

  19. Lol… the benefit of distance, maybe!

  20. Indeed. And also, I know what’s coming – she doesn’t.

  21. I needed this. I’m practically jabbing at the keyboard fiercely, I needed this so badly.

    Thank you. Thank you.

  22. You now, I actually thought about you when I wrote this. Not quite sure why – maybe it’s the international living experience? Glad you found it helpful in some way – it was good for me to write it. Try it, Sheila – it’s really helpful to be kind to your younger self.

  23. Fascinating.

    I’m not speaking to her right now (my younger self). Maybe a letter is in order.

  24. Definitely – especially if you’re not speaking.

  25. 🙂

  26. You were a beautiful 21-year-old. And you’re beautiful now. I love How you speak to your younger self, and I cracked up at “gob-smacked.” And what you say about life becoming more complicated, yet more simple. I get that.

  27. Diana Trautwein says:

    Ah, thank you, Sandy. Glad you get it – I don’t know any other way to say it. It’s just true.

  28. Life is a great lesson that takes a journey and beyond to learn it doesnt it?
    Amazed at the journey / still wiping away the tears

  29. Thanks so much for stopping by – and for letting me know that you did, Leslie!

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