I was graduating and leaving for Colorado when I wrote the first letter, on a piece of scrap notebook paper before the church service began. I read it aloud for everyone. I may have misplaced it after all these years, but luckily I transcribed a digital copy.
This second letter I wrote in 2017 upon finishing my experience with college and living on my own in another state. I had been on many adventures at that point, but none like I have been lately.
This last letter is because I'm due for my 3 year check-up. Now, I've created a graphic series, and I'm just gonna write another letter in 2023. It'll be fun to reflect. I can say without a doubt that my faith in God has only strengthened over time and the more that it does, the more I think about and talk about my experiences in the church growing up and how lucky I was to have had such a familial experience.
