I would listen to rain pour on the tin roof of my home, as I silently counted how many drops of water would fall from the leaking roof into several pans in my living room. It wasn't a game that entertained other kids my age. In fact, it wasn't a game at all. It was God's way of reminding me that a better life would come after suffering for so long. I sometimes would count up to two hundred drops of water that had fallen before my mother would quickly try to keep the pans from overflowing....

In tears, shaking, my thoughts feasting on my soul. I was trying to fight back tears that still fell from my weary eyes. Depression was trying to get the very best of me. There was no more facing life alone and without my savior, Jesus Christ. You see, life was breaking me down. I had more bills than money, fighting with my husband, and an eviction notice taped to my front door. Before this time in my life, I thought that my lil' crazy self had life under control. (I was sadly mistaken.) It took me falling to my knees to be brought back to reality. The reality I was facing was that I couldn't live my life without Jesus Christ...

Today is the day that I write a letter on my blog to myself. I am now 23 years old and a wife. I work a part-time job, and I am a YouTuber. I am now an impulsive young woman chasing her dreams. No longer, I am that small-town village girl. I am living in a city with dreams that I am still molding along with God to come true. I want to tell you; Seventeen year old, Linda how much you have changed for the better...