birthday reflection
Mar 23
1 min read
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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