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Dear Young Ladies,

Never forget this: there is power in who you are.

You do not have to wait until you are older, stronger, or more accomplished to make a difference. Your voice matters now. Your dreams matter now. Your kindness, your courage, your questions and even the things that make you different are all part of what makes you powerful.

There will be days when you doubt yourself. On those days, remember how far you have already come. Keep learning. Keep dreaming. Keep trying. And never allow where you come from to convince you that you cannot become everything you were created to be.

You are worthy of being heard.
You are worthy of taking up space.
You are worthy of big dreams.
And you have so much more inside you than you may realise.

“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.” -Proverbs 31:25

May you grow into women who know their worth, use their voices, lift others as they rise, and never forget the incredible power they carry within.

The world needs what you have to give. Keep going, girls. Your story is only beginning.

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Dear girls,

There is so much ahead of you.

Keep believing in yourself and in the person you are becoming. Be curious, be brave, ask questions, try new things and never be afraid to take up space.

Let yourself dream big, even when you don’t know exactly how you’ll get there.

Celebrate the little wins. Be proud of how far you’ve come and excited for how far you still have to go. You don’t have to rush your journey. Take your time, enjoy the moments and remember that every little step counts.

Your voice matters. Your ideas matter. Your dreams matter.

So keep your heart open, your head held high and your eyes open to all the possibilities ahead. You don’t need to be fearless to be brave. You just need to take the next step.

There’s a whole world out there waiting for you, filled with things you haven’t seen, places you haven’t been and dreams you haven’t reached yet.

Go out there and make it yours. 💙

With love,

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You are not too small for big callings,

Not too young for fire in your soul.

You are a daughter of the living King,

Born to rise, to heal, to make whole.

You are not made to shrink in silence,

Or blend into the noise of the world.

You were crafted with fierce intention—

A purpose in every curl.

Your prayers shake heavens open,

Your praise makes darkness flee.

You carry light in fragile hands

With courage only angels see.

When you speak, the heavens listen,

When you walk, the earth takes note—

You are royalty wrapped in wonder,

Crowned in promises God wrote.

Don’t let fear decide your future,

Don’t let shame rewrite your name.

You are chosen, known, and cherished—

Held by hands that never change.

Your faith is not too fragile,

Your questions do not disqualify.

Even mustard seeds move mountains,

When watered by the Most High.

So rise, sweet girl, in holy power,

Let your voice be wild and free.

This world needs your fire, your softness,

Your truth, your bravery, your belief.

For you are more than just a moment—

You are legacy and light.

A daughter of the undefeated Savior,

A warrior clothed in white.

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Little girl,
you are not an accident.
You are not a mistake.
You are not the sum of the names
people have called you.

Before the world knew your face,
God knew your name.

Before anyone applauded your gifts,
He placed them inside you.
Before you ever wondered,
"Am I enough?"
He had already decided
you are Mine.

So don't shrink
because someone couldn't handle your light.

Don't silence your voice
because someone laughed when you spoke.

Don't trade your purity
for temporary attention.

Don't abandon your identity
just to be accepted
by people who haven't discovered
their own.

You are a daughter of the King.

And daughters of the King
don't need to beg for a seat
at tables God never asked them to sit at.

You may be young,
but there is something ancient
inside your spirit
a purpose written
before your first breath.

There will be days
when you feel forgotten.

Days when your prayers
seem to disappear into the ceiling.

Days when everyone else
appears to be moving forward
while you are standing still.

But remember:

God is not absent in the waiting.
He is building you there.

The hidden seasons
are not wasted seasons.

The tears nobody sees
are not invisible to Heaven.

The battles you fight quietly
are producing a strength
that applause could never give you.

So, young woman,
guard your heart.

Guard what enters your mind.
Guard what you allow yourself to believe.
Guard your body.
Guard your friendships.
Guard your calling.

Not because you are afraid of the world
but because you understand
what God has placed inside you is valuable.

You don't have to become louder
to become powerful.

You don't have to become harder
to become strong.

You don't have to become like the world
to prove that you belong.

You can be gentle
and still be fierce.

You can be soft
and still have boundaries.

You can cry
and still be courageous.

You can walk alone
and still be completely surrounded
by the presence of God.

And when the world tells you,
"Become somebody,"
remember that Heaven is whispering:

"Become who I created you to be."

You are not here merely
to survive your childhood.

You are being prepared
to carry something.

To carry wisdom.
To carry love.
To carry truth.
To carry healing.
To carry courage.
To carry the presence of God
into places that have forgotten Him.

One day,
another little girl may look at you
and believe she can become more
because you chose not to give up.

So keep becoming.

Keep praying.

Keep learning.

Keep your heart tender.

Keep your standards high.

Keep your eyes on Jesus.

And when you don't know
who you are anymore,
go back to the One
who knew you before you knew yourself.

Because your identity
was never supposed to be found
in a relationship,
a mirror,
a number on a scale,
a social media screen,
someone else's approval,
or the opinions of people.

Your identity is found in Him.

You are chosen.
You are seen.
You are loved.
You are called.
You are becoming.

And one day,
you will look back at the girl
who almost gave up
and realise

God was holding her
the entire time.

So rise, daughter.

Wipe your tears.

Lift your head.

There is still purpose in your story.

There is still oil in your lamp.

There is still fire in your bones.

There is still a future
with your name written on it.

You are not too young to be used by God.

You are not too broken to be restored.

You are not too ordinary to be chosen.

You are not too far gone to come home.

You are His daughter.

And Heaven is still writing
your story.