Hello there!

This is a bit odd, writing a letter to someone I don’t know. And for you, someone who doesn’t know me at all, to read it. But I’ve always believed you should start as you mean to go on, so here we are. I suppose I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Becca. I live in the midwest, am a single mom in my 30’s, and I feel a bit like I am filling out a dating profile right now. I’ve been pondering this whole blog/letters to strangers thing for a few years, but something kept holding me back. There were voices that softly whispered things like, “why would anyone listen to you?” or “what could you possibly have to say that really matters?” Those voices might not be entirely wrong, I am certainly not famous or significantly well researched. I am just a woman who grew up in a small midwest city. A single mom who tries not to screw up her child too badly. A nurse who has worked in four different hospitals, and has held a myriad of different jobs. 

But those voices, they are definitely not entirely right either. My story matters because it’s a part of a bigger, vastly better story. My life, my experiences, my words are a small reflection of God’s truth. And truly, everyone’s story matters. I believe it is important for me to write these letters not because my voice is different, or my life exemplary. I believe it’s important because at the core, it’s not all that different from others. I am a broken person who God rescued when I wasn’t sure there was ever going to be light again. I have known joy, and deep pain. I have found myself a strange bedfellow with darkness, breathing it in and feeling it creep close all around me. There in the depths I wrestled with God, and I will never be the same. 

More than anything else, my hope is that my words will remind you that you are not alone. Being alone is the biggest lie I believed in the midst of the dark. And even if your heart doesn’t find solace here, you’re always welcome to read along for the pure joy of laughing at/with me. One of the best parts of having humor as a defense mechanism in life is that things are rarely boring. 

All my love,

Becca

 

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton