I woke up a few days ago and I felt very sad. I’m grateful for the new age and I’ve definitely come a long way since last year. It’s been a lot of growth, accountability, tears, everything you can think of. And yes, sometimes I still fall short but I’m definitely not where I was a year ago.
I woke up feeling sad because I missed the little girl who always got a new outfit and a party every year. My mum used to throw me a party every year.
As soon as the clock hit midnight, she would her hands on my head, pray for me then anoint my head with anointing oil. I miss those days.
I miss being a kid without responsibilities.
I miss being a daughter. I miss my mother.
I miss her hugs. And Yes, we talk over the phone but it will never be the same.
Her level of effort on my birthdays was unmatched. I don’t know how she did it but she always came through and that’s what I miss.
I look back at these last years and all the battles, some of which I’ve lost, through all my tears, I just wish she could hold my hand through it all.
In as much as I miss all these things, it is my birthday after all, and I am still grateful.
I am grateful for life. For family, for friends, for everything that I have while working on the things I want to achieve.
I am grateful because I am living in one of my prayers while God is working on the next miracle at his own time.
I am grateful for what has gone my way and for the things that didn’t go my way.
I am grateful for growth. And I hope someone throws me a surprise party. (A girl can dream right). Now don’t forget to chin up and read Isaiah 41:10.
One day at a time 