I would have to say I’m five years old today. Yep that about how long it’s been since I realized who I am.
It’s a shame to live 40 plus years not knowing who you are; being called everything but what your momma named you.
Who do I belong to? Where do I fit in? Whose child am I? Why am I here?
Used, abused and discarded like yesterday’s garbage.
Do this, do that. And yet, deep down I hate this and despise that.
Longing to fit in so denying who I am.
Suppressing what I wanted and what was really down on the inside.
So there I sat for years withering away and starving the person inside.
Frail, quiet and unassuming all the while waiting for a glimpse of hope, a ray of sunshine.
Hanging on to a mustard seed, a hem or a vision.
Waiting for some thing or some one to let her be who she was meant to be.
A plan has been set.
A destiny unfolding.
A path to be followed.
Words have been spoken.
Shackles released, bandages loosed.
Now alone and on my knees.
Lonely and frail but free.
Free to be the one she was destined to be.
Free to speak. Free to cry. Free to laugh.
Contentment within my heart. Working, growing, and above all loving the small lives entrusted to me. With them brought unconditional love, smiles galore and loads of laughter. Love unwavering that embodied endless joy.
Now thriving. Strong, healthy and free. Able to share, to grow and to help others find the inner person who is struggling to be free.
Remove the bandages, loose the shackles.
Time to be free
Time to run
Time to go higher
No more limits
No more doubt, but on a path towards destiny.
So, tell me…how old are you today?
NMB! Has been built with tears, pain, loss, bruises and frustration but stands firm on the promises and foundation of Jesus Christ.