I celebrated another year on yesterday. Woke up feeling great with
my mother standing over me, to wish me “Happy Birthday” and within seconds got
a call from the man I raised from a boy, who was inches away, that “surprised
me with “I love you mom, Happy Birthday”. So immediately I took this opportunity
to grab the family on one accord in unity. As we prayed to God, too keep this
family strong and in love for years to come. And no this was not a resolution
to an immediate repair, just my B-day option because I still care. Above all
the gifts and phone calls knowing that I really have it all. So I guess that’s
why living life matured me for not thinking twice in areas of my life. Where people
judged my time, and for some they did not value of theirs, what I have in mine.
I thank you lord for my inner peace, inner joy and my desire to sacrifice in this place of my life.
I thank you lord for my aches and pains and sometimes for no reasons on any given day.
I thank you lord for change in my youth & immature ways, is when you did not turn me away.
I thank you lord for giving me patience in my heartbreaks. I thank you lord for my disappointments and what seemed like at times "no breaks" is why I pray, and move forward anyway.
I thank God for those impatient friends who chose to surrender patience for not having enough of understanding, about the plans I knew you had for me.
I thank you lord for this gift to "write" The Days Of Our Lives".
I thank you lord for my single life, until you decided he was fit for 'our lives'. And most of all thank you lord for the greatest birthday gift only a God would give in these questionable times, we live.
Thank you for the fruits I bear; a mother who lives, my siblings I dearly love, even though I give tough love. And the gift of life, knowing that we only live once and die twice.
