birthday reflection

i almost didn’t share this.

it wasn’t the picture i would have chosen,

but maybe that’s the point.

Grace rarely arrives dressed in perfection.

here i am.

softened.

worn in the holy ways that Life carves us open.

made new again.

forty nine times around the sun,

each orbit a quiet becoming,

through loss, through healing,

through the slow sacred work of learning how to stay.

it hasn’t been easy.

but it has been true.

and somehow,

in ways I cannot fully name,

hope still rises in me

like breath,

like prayer,

like light that refuses to be extinguished.

so here I am.

still becoming.

still believing.

still held.

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