33RD

I remember a sickly little girl who spent most of her childhood playing with snails on the beach and millipedes in the bush. Living in the city was not just physically helpful that she has to be sent to the countryside to live like any other normal kid. Her grandparents were the first wind beneath her wings. It was with them that she fearlessly took her first leap into the seawater. They were there when she had her first cut on the knee and consoled her as she cried the loudest that day. 

She was content and all she had ever wanted then was for the time to run quickly so she could be back with her parents again. God did hear her prayers. 

Some decades later, I found a fulfilled, braver, dream-chaser woman who loves more seeing how wonderfully God has orchestrated every phase of life she has had – the ups and downs, the ripping brokenness she has gone through and standing up back on her feet, nearly losing hope and learning to forgive, building tall walls of reservation and opening the gate to her heart once again. The span of time from seeing that child grow to become the person she is today is just a meager portion of what God has in store for her in the future. 

At 33 today, she is still very much vulnerable to pain but what matters most is the grace of the Lord making her endure life, refining her to become the woman God has purposed her to be.

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