A letter to March

Dear March, 

First off, nice meeting you again! God, I feel like it’s been centuries since we last met, and yet I know its only but a year ago that you brought your lovely self and made camp in my house for a whole 31 days! It must be true what they say, time indeed flies! I wonder, does she always have to fly? Why doesn’t she walk or atleast trot beside the rest of us? Now that I think of it, it is grossly unfair to accuse her of always flying; I have often sat in a painstakingly boring lecture and effusively begged time to do her magic; the same magic she does when I lay down my head at midnight, and swoosh, even before I can properly begin dreaming, its 7:00am. Yes, I have begged her in way of countless yawns and endless stretching, and all she did was lazily tick and tock along. But wait, I have digressed too much; I shall not waste my words, talking about time and her cunning ways. Let’s talk about you and I. 

See, I have been expectantly waiting for you to show up. Your cousin January is one of the most brutal people I have met. She treated me cruelly, what with her signature mercilessly scorching rays of sunshine. Your sister February was a lot nicer, but I was too hungover with January’s cruelty to fully enjoy February’s niceness. And now you are here, and am over the top with excitement, ecstatic, euphoric even. You, my dear March are my new beginning; It’s a new month-new me affair. Like any rational human you may come across, I did set goals and new year resolutions. And, before you judge me, I know I should have started on these resolutions on the first day January came to visit but well, I didn’t. I explained my reasons before; you didn’t really expect me to do much amidst all the oppression and antagonism I was receiving from January, did you? And February? Well, it is not my fault that her visits are so short. Oh, I would that every month were like you, my March! I had resolved to begin on that business project today, on your first day of visiting, but you still have 30 days with me; plenty of time, right? Oh, and there’s that book I was supposed to start on too. Hmmm… Since you, my dear March, decided to arrive on a Wednesday, let’s just wait till next week comes around and then I can start on Monday, okay? Yikes! There’s the dancing classes too! We talked about these last year, didn’t we? How have I not signed up for them yet? I will start on the process tomorrow, I promise. It feels like my memory has just been reactivated: there’s a whole list of resolutions am yet to start on: start saving, spend less time on social media, engage in atleast one sport, Lord! How all these things piled up so fast, I shall never know. Perhaps I should have started when January was still around, like I promised I would? No, I will not cry over spilt milk! 

I was at church on Sunday, and oh, how highly you were spoken of dear March! Would you like to know what you were referred to as? The month of Divine Accomplishments! You now understand why I am so excited, don’t you? There’s this threateningly long list of things I have to do, but now that you’re here, my month of Divine Accomplishments, I have no worries! You are the month of Divine Accomplishments afterall. And now that I have spent the entire first day of your visit, telling you of my expectations and all I hope to enjoy during the period of your stay, I think I will start on my to-do list tomorrow. 
Again, I am so excited you are here! 

Yours excitedly, 


           Thanks for reading! My thoughts are; for this letter to make much more sense, March will have to write back to me. Lol, I am weird like this. 🙂


Graduation: A celebration of the Faithfulness of God!

There are many things I should have written about by now; say, how I made it through the gruelling, gruesome January, the euphoria that came with the realization that the troublesome January was no more and ofcourse, the magic of the much anticipated Valentine’s Day. I should have written about all these things but a cocktail of laziness, procrastination and exhaustion from constantly running around as I prepared for my graduation wouldn’t let me. It would be giving in too much to laziness if I didn’t write about my graduation seeing that it was one of the major reasons why I didn’t write about everything else. 

Tuesday, February 21st, 2017. The day I was officially conferred on a Bachelors of Science in Mechanical engineering. In first world countries, graduation ceremonies are a much sophisticated affair: the graduands sit in a hall and as each name is read out, one majestically walks, with head held high, to the front where they receive a handshake from the Principal amidst ululations and cheers from their parents, friends and relatives. In Uganda, mmmmhh…not so much sophistication. With over 1000 graduands in a single day, there isn’t time enough to shake every hand and say something nice and emotional about everyone. But let me not bore you with things you already know, let’s delve into the things you have no idea about; like why I was super excited about my graduation. 
February 21st 2017 was, for me,  more than a celebration of getting a Mechanical Engineering degree, it was a celebration of the goodness and faithfulness of God. I heard the pride in my father’s voice as he gave his speech, saw the joy written allover my mother’s face and I knew that it couldn’t have been by might, power or strength, it was all by the Spirit of God. How else do I explain how the little, big eyed girl wearing an oversized pink dress for a uniform, carrying a black polythene bag for a school bag and running barefooted to a UPE school is now a mechanical engineer? How do I explain that this same girl, who’s grown up in the village of manafwa, where most of her age mates and former class mates dropped out of school aeons ago, is well on her way to unfathomable success? How do I explain that this girl has been raised by a teacher and housewife who had four other children to support? How do I explain that the girl who spent half her time in fellowship related issues and the other half of the time in non-academic related issues managed to perform excellently? How do I explain that despite every hurdle, countless painful moments and many of what seemed insurmountable challenges, this 22-year-old girl is now a Mechanical Engineering graduate? It could only have been the work of an Almighty, all powerful God! 

John 9:1-3 As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” “Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.

Why were you born deep in an unnameable village and not some fancy place? Why weren’t you born in a family of billionaires and trillionaires? Why isn’t your life as flashy and as glamarous as that girl’s next door? Why aren’t you the most beautiful or handsome? Why does your life seem to be one hardship after another? Why are you you and not somebody else? Why are you going through what you’re going through currently? 

No. It’s not because you sinned, nor because your parents sinned. It’s not because you have a generational curse following you around. It’s not because God wants to embarrass or spite you. Everything is the way it is so that the workings and the power of God may be displayed in your life. Do not stop believeing, do not let go of this hope: you were made for His Glory and because He is a faithful God, you will indeed be a manifestation of His Glory! 
Many congratulations to all that graduated! 

Come to me,dear Child of Mine!

Angeline lay on the bed, curled in a foetal position silent tears rolling down from the corner of her eyes. She stared blankly at the white-washed wall beside her, completely oblivious of anything else around her. There was a gentle knock on the door, followed by “Angeline! Angeline! Angeline, are you there?” said in an overly urgent voice. 

She heard the knocks and her name being called, but to her, these were only distant sounds that she was struggling to hear above the roar of her heartbreakingly sad thoughts. She couldn’t make out whether these sounds were real or simply a creation of her mind; an attempt to save her from herself. The only things that were real to her at that moment were the sound of her little heart shattering into a gazillion pieces, the daunting voice in her head telling her she was done for and the excruciating pain resulting from the knowledge of the first two. She wished she would do something; stand up and fight perhaps; but she knew she couldn’t. She was too wearied, too exhausted to even lift a finger in her defence. What was the point, if she was going to lose anyway?

“Be strong!” they had said

“Do not give up! Keep fighting!” She’d been told. 

And for as far back as she could remember, all she had done was fight. She’d fought to be happy, or rather to have a semblance of being happy. Fought to be loved. Fought to go through the day. Fought to be accepted. Fought to keep breathing. After so much fighting, there wasn’t a single ounce of energy left in her limp body. Maybe happiness wasn’t hers to have, maybe love was only an illusion and maybe life wasn’t hers to live , she thought, great sobs racking her weak body. And then without warning, a wave of pain coursed through her body. It was a dull, throbbing pain that sat heavy on her chest, making it hard for her to breath. With a huge lump lodged in her throat, Angeline let out a silent scream and before she could stop herself, her muffled sobs had turned into heart wrenching howls of misery. Another emotion was steadily rising within her. Anger. She clenched her fists, ground her teeth and violently kicked at the wall, like a caged animal looking for a way of escape. She screamed into her pillow while ferociously punching it with one of her tiny fists and then with an energy she didn’t think she had left in her, Angeline furiously flung the pillow across the room. The pillow met her cheap, metallic, silvered shoe rack sending it clattering to the ground. She yanked the duvet off the bed, ripped off the bedsheets, overturned the mattress and kicked hard at the wooden bed. Only a few minutes back, she didn’t have the strength to swat a fly and now her body seemed entirely made of joules of energy. She started across the room and then abruptly stopped when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She turned ever so slowly and then inched closer, a distraught look on her face, as though she couldn’t quite understand the image she saw in the mirror. Her hair was dishevelled, her eye lids puffy and terror filled her bloodshot eyes. Her face was covered in ugly irregular patterns, a mixture of tears and mascara that had dried on her face. 

“Who’s that girl staring back at me? Who am I? Why don’t I recognize my own reflection?” were the torturous questions she asked herself, her eyes widening in shock and fear at the person that looked back at her. 

There was a fresh torrential outburst from her eyes, tears racing uncontrallably down her face. She gasped for air in between the sobs, her chest heaving up and down spasmodically. She gripped her bedside table for support as she sank to a heap on the floor, her momentary surge of energy completely dissipated. She sat on the floor hugging her knees, rocking herself like you would a baby to sleep. Her eyes glanced to the bedside table and on it was an overturned photo frame that had gathered dust. Angeline gingerly picked it up, her hands trembling as she turned it to look at the photograph. It was a portrait of a lady, a little older and certainly much more happier looking than Angeline. The lady wore a radiant smile and her eyes were bright, making the photo seem alive. She hugged the frame close to her chest, her voice cracking as she continously whispered, “Mummy, mummy, mummy… ”

Just then, she remembered her mother’s last words to her as she lay dying; words she hadn’t thought about in over 10 years of her 24 year existence. Her mother’s voice had been very hoarse, barely a whisper. 

“I am sorry to have to let you go Angeline– my angel, my love…. ” she croaked, “you know I love you, don’t you?” Angeline had simply nodded, unable to speak. 

“I know your father left us, but do not ever think you have no father. You do! God is your father! He’s the one that made you; the one that gave you to me! He is —” her mother had then broken off into fits of coughing and Angeline feared that she wouldn’t be able to speak again. When she’d stabilized, she had continued despite Angeline’s protests that she rest. 

“I will rest my angel. I will rest. But I can’t rest without letting you know this: this world is not your home, and it will not be kind to you. You will get knocked down and trodden upon, but always remember, you’re the child of a king!”

“Seek Him, run to Him and you will be safe! He loves you Angeline, more than I do; and you know I love you with all I am.”

“I love you too mummy!” Angeline had sputtered. 

“Ssshhh… Don’t cry my angel. Don’t cry. Pray. Pray Angeline, Pray! Always remember to pray… ” and then she was gone. Forever. 

“Pray, Angeline. Pray!” 

“Pray, Angeline. Pray!”

“Pray, Angeline. Pray!”

The words echoed and rang in her ears until they were the only sound she could hear. She hadn’t consciously prayed in years; she wasn’t even sure God still wanted her but with whatever strength she had left, she knelt and whispered, “Dear Lord, I need you! Daddy, your daughter needs you!”

She pulled out a side drawer on her bedside table and removed a Bible, a gift that her mother had given her on her 13th birthday. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d opened it. She wiped off the dust and then slowly opened it. It opened to the book of Matthew, and right at the top of the page, in bold red letters were these words, 

“Come unto me, all [ye] that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

An unexplainable peace washed over Angeline and her face creased into a smile. She knew she was finally home.

To all that are depressed, hurting, lonely and maybe just exhausted with the motions of life, your Father, God, has His arms wide open… He’s waiting for you! Run to Him, and you will be safe! 

Some Very Random Thoughts

29th January 2017, 7:46am

There are 2 days to the end of the first month of 2017 and after that, there’s a person that will blink, only to realize that there are 2 days to the end of 2017. I have marked the patterns: January always seems eternally long (perhaps being made even longer by people saying it is long), February comes along with its joke of 28/29 days and then every month after that seems to be in an unusual hurry to become history. Suddenly (as though we didn’t know right from January 1st), another “Happy New Year” is before us and the cycle continues. If you are averagely smart, you must have realized by now that am yet to write anything substantial. I can explain. I was up way before the cocks crowed, the wild birds broke out into their chirps, chitters and twitters (this is a real English word by the way) and way before the sun arose to flaunt her radiance. I was up this early with every good intention of writing something deep, something that would reverberate in the very core of the soul of whoever dared to read it, something that would evoke holy emotions in the readers, something that would have readers sighing and wow-ing over and over again. So I went over the thousands of story lines that keep running to and fro in my brain, begging to be put down on paper, and after a thorough scrutiny, none of them was good enough to make the cut. I realized, with much heaviness of heart, that most of them were wonderful stories, but only as long as they remained in the confines of my brains. Don’t get me wrong, I am not trying to stifle or sabotage my talent; if anything, this particular piece should prove to you how hard I am trying to get ten gold coins out of the one graciously given me by my Master. This is the problem: whereas there are thousands of would-be stories constantly assaulting my brain cells with their demands to be written, as soon as I get pen and paper (read, get my phone and open my WPS office app), these story ideas scatter in every possible direction and hide in a corner of my brain that I probably do not have access to yet. So here I am,  crossing my fingers in the hope that you will, even for a minute, understand why instead of a deep, resonating, reverberating piece of writing, all you’re getting is the shallow, confused babble of a girl with no clue whatsoever on what to write. 

Time check: 10:09am

No, I haven’t been writing for almost three hours. I took a break; a much deserved one, because writing a whole paragraph of random stuff is pretty hardwork. So that this isn’t a completely useless post, I resolved,  during my break, to remind you of a few truths you might have momentarily forgotten or perhaps that you needed to hear from anyone other than yourself:

  1. You are the apple of God’s eye! To be the apple of one’s eye simply means that you are loved, more than anyother, by that person. Never mind that there are 7bn other people that you share a planet with, all His focus and attention is on you! Amazing, isn’t it? (Check Zechariah 2:8)
  2. You are LOVED. Immensely. Immeasurably. Indescribably. INFINITELY. Much much more than you and I might ever comprehend. And the best part is this love is not about you or what you have done, it is about Him, who He is and what He has done! (Quickly run to Romans 8:38-39)
  3. That blessing of yours that you think is taking ages and aeons to reach? Worry not! Rest in His love and goodness, knowing that He hath made everything beautiful in His time. (It is written in Ecclesiastes 3:11)
  4. Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompence of reward (Hebrews 10:35). You have believed, believed again and believed even some more and there’s still nothing! Your hopes are waning, your light dimming and you’re contemplating throwing in the towel and walking away. DO NOT! Refuse to walk away, refuse to quit on yourself, your reward is not far off. 
  5. Finally, you are NOT alone! You have never been alone, you will never be alone: For He hath said, I will never leave thee nor forsake thee! (If you don’t believe me, believe Hebrews 13:5). 

If you have read this article till the end, I honestly envy your patience! You’re my hero, and I will make mention of you to my Father, God, that He may continue infinitely blessing you! 

Goodbye 2016,Hello 2017

​31st December 2016. It seems like it was only yesterday when I was writing down my hopes and dreams for 2016. I was both thrilled and terrified of what 2016 had in store for me and I only had courage enough to make only one resolution: 2016 would be a year of facing my fears, a year where I wouldn’t sit, cry and wish for a better day but one where I would do all it took to have a great day. 2016 would be a year where I would be the David boldly standing before Goliath even when everyone else was fleeing and cowering in fear. 

2016 is now gone, and with it, a major fear that has so often held me back from fully living: the fear that I wasn’t good enough. Yes, for far too long, I have both consciously and unconsciously let life pass me by, while I lingered and hid in the shadows, too afraid to let the light shine on me lest it exposed all my inadequacies. I couldn’t have been more wrong. This year has taught me that there are so many people so taken up by the seeming beauty of other people’s stories that they continually bend, break and torture themselves in an attempt to fit in the crowd of these people with seemingly beautiful stories. Unknown to them, with each attempt, they lose out on the uniqueness and beauty of their own story. 

While recently visiting my dad, somewhere deep in a village that you might not find on Google maps, I realized just how blind I have been all this while. See, there were days when I was so embarrassed of where I came from that when anyone asked, I made up a place and then gave evasive answers when asked for details. There were days when I mentioned names of places I had never set foot into as my most favorite hangouts because I needed to fit in. There were days when I confidently said “my room this, my room that.. ” well knowing that I lived in a 2 bed-roomed house, without even a claim to a bed except when one of my siblings was away. There were days when my mother came to visit me at school, and because she had no car, wore no expensive clothes or shoes and carried no supermarket bags I thought, “God, why me?” In those days, I cried myself to sleep as I agonized over thoughts of lacking so much while everyone else lived in excess. Eventually, I realized I would never fit in, and because I did not want to be caught in a web of lies, I instead built walls to protect myself. No one that I thought better off than I was, was allowed inside these walls; no one was allowed to see who I really was or where I came from because I thought if they did, I might never recover from the shame. And each day, I convinced myself that with all these glaring inadequacies, I just wasn’t good enough. I convinced myself that I didn’t measure up. 

And now, so many years later, I am grateful to God that I am able to see more clearly. I look back and realize that the very places I was so embrassed about are the places that have raised me and nurtured me into the awesome person I am today. I realize that the people I was ashamed of are the very people that slaved away, sacrificing their own dreams just to see me become the success I am today. I realize that instead of being embarrassed and ashamed, I should have been more proud of myself for making it so far when I had so little. More importantly, I realize that God wrote my story this way, not to set me up for embarrassment or make me a subject of ridicule, but to simply show His Glory and prove His faithfulness. God was just showing me that He knew the end from the beginning, and it didn’t matter where I started, I would eventually make it. God was just showing that He uses the foolish things of this world to confound the wise. All this while, He was showing me the beauty in my story. 
Yes, 2016 is done and if I cannot be grateful for anything, atleast I will be grateful that God finally opened my eyes to see the uniqueness and beauty of my story. I am grateful that He’s shown me that I have always been enough; not because of any material thing I have, but simply because I have Him: because I have Him, I have all I need. 

I don’t know how your 2016 has been; may be it was great or may be it wasn’t. May be you got hurt or disappointed. May be it was a sad and trying year for you, I can’t tell. But, however it was, I am here to give you reason to celebrate and be grateful: God has been with you through it all and He’s the sole reason you are here today. And as you enter 2017, if you cannot be sure of anything, be assured that God is going to see you through it too: through all the ups and downs, highs and lows, He’s never going to leave nor forsake you! 


My Life Right Now

​I am the kind of person that always tells people to look on the bright side of things, to continue to trust God even in hopeless situations and to find peace and comfort in the truth that God will never leave nor forsake them. If you have read a number of my blogs, you will realize that they are all in one way or another centered around the above message. There are people that think I say/write these things because I have got everything figured out. I wish that were even halfly true; I would probably be a published writer by now: but am not. I write, not because I have fully solved this equation called life but because I continually need to remind myself that there are much greater truths than the circumstances that surround me. There’s not a single article I have written that I didn’t need to read/hear myself. And long after the few readers I have have forgotten that they ever read a particular article of mine, I go back, read, reread and reread those articles over and over, that I may awaken the sanity in me and desist from being drowned in fears and sorrows. 

Take today for example; I woke up with a gazillion agonizing thoughts about the state of my life right now. The picture of my life right now is quite hard to describe; there are parts of it so pretty and then again, parts of it that are not quite pleasing, to say the least. Usually I settle for okay. Today however, my thoughts were fixed on the not-so pleasing parts and every thought of mine was literally rotating around the parts of my life that I usually prefer not to think about at all. I have like two major issues bothering me; but I am only writing about one today. 

I don’t have a job right now. I finished school in May, it is now nearing the end of December and I am still jobless. Six months is not a really a long enough time to get you all worked up and vexed about being unemployed (in my world anyway) especially if you haven’t even graduated yet. But when every single person you meet asks whether you are working yet and when your answer of “no I am not” is followed with a look of disbelief or pity and questions of whether you are writing applications or not (the tone usually suggests that you are in fact not applying); when people call you asking for money and you hear the soaring levels of expectation in their voice; when it gets very unnervingly uncomfortable to call and ask your parents for money every three weeks or so, as though you were still at school; when you tell someone that the only work you are currently involved in is house work, and their jaw drops and they ludicrously stare at you like you are a waste of your parents’ good genes; when someone asks you what your plans as regards career are and you honestly have no answer; when all these things start simultaneously happening, then six months doesn’t feel like six months; six months feels like a year or two: the pressure mounts, the frustration cuts at you mercilessly and the desperation grows each passing day. 

There are days I feel like I have done all there’s to be done and all that is left is for me to rest, trusting that God is definitely working, preparing me for a gigantic blessing. On such days, I feel like my father Abraham who had to wait 25 long years to have a child by Sarah or like David who waited many a painful years before he became King of Israel. These are the days when I cling, with all that I have to verses like:

Romans 4:19-21 And not being weak in faith, he did not consider his own body, already dead (since he was about a hundred years old), and the deadness of Sarah’s womb. He did not waver at the promise of God through unbelief, but was strengthened in faith, giving glory to God, and being fully convinced that what He had promised He was also able to perform.

Then there are days I feel like I am being too complacent with my blessings; I feel like I am clearly not doing enough to get what I want. On these days, I think on the verse:

Matthew 11:12 And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffereth violence, and the violent take it by force.

And after all the thinking I am left wondering if I am being violent enough: am I really praying as much as I ought to? Am I reading and meditating on the Word enough? Am I receiving the blessing of the job I want or am simply stopping at desiring it? Perhaps I need to fast before I see certain things happen in my life? What if there is some principality that is blocking my blessing and all am doing is “waiting”? All those are questions whose answers I am not sure I have. At the end of the day I am left at crossroads, loaded with a heavy burden of a zillion unanswered questions and countless daunting thoughts as regards what I ought to do. 

And so my dear reader, believe me when I tell you I write not to show you that “I got this!” Neither do I write as one that has fully apprehended this thing called life. I write because amidst the hustle and bustle of life, the disappointments and frustrations, I need to remind myself of the truth; my God is with me through it all. As I type each word, I am able to bring the thousands of wild thoughts in to subjection to a greater knowledge: the knowledge of my Lord Jesus Christ. And I share these writings in the hope that one or two people that relate with my situation will be helped by these words even as I am helped. 

Many thanks for reading these my rantings. 

Birthday Tidings

Me at 22 years old

Today is a great day. Amazing. Wonderful. If for no other reason, then the fact that it is the day I make 22 will suffice. Yes, today 14th December 2016, is my birthday and boy oh boy am I excited! I look through the cracked, dust-stained window of the room I am sitted in: I see the sky, in an undefinable colour; a colour which is somewhere between blue, white and grey. It’s beautiful. The sun is shining bright, irradiating every corner and crack that those golden rays can find their way to. Two dark feathered birds flit across the sky, perhaps on their way to an urgent family meeting. The tree branches are gently swaying in a light breeze that is a welcome relief to the scorching unforgiving rays of the sun. From where am seated, I can clearly hear the animated conversation between my mother, sister and aunties that is often punctuated by loud, ringing laughter. If I didn’t say I am grateful to be well and alive on such a day, I would be a liar. 

I first got wind of my birth date during the 2002 Population Census: the first census I witnessed in my lifetime. I do not quite recall why it had never occured to me to ask my mother my birthdate before then. Perhaps it was because it did not matter to me then, given that I lived in an area where one never heard of a birthday celebration. All the major celebrations of one’s life were done on the very day they were born. The rest of the celebrations were reserved for day they were buried; when everyone suddenly remembered how great a life they had lived, and what a pity it was that they were gone so soon. It was a pattern that was never broken. 

And so on that fateful day, I remember it so vividly, while my mum answered the questions asked by the census agent, I took the liberty of perusing through his(the agent’s) notes and there I saw it, my birthdate, I have not forgotten it since. At the time, I was only a little girl in primary four, with no dreams or expectations whatsoever. I was one of those kids who when asked what I would like to be in future, would smile sweetly and then shyly look at my feet until the asker would either be forced to give up the questioning or suggest a profession for me. I always nodded yes to whatever profession was suggested. Doctor, Engineer or Teacher, nothing really seemed appealing to me and yet at the same time they all seemed great titles to have. I was an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life, completely oblivious to the future that lay ahead of me. The 22 year old me, the me now. A girl or should I say woman now, full of a zillion dreams. Dreams to one day walk in to a book shop and find my books on the shelves; not just any books but books full of the grace and love of God. Dreams to one day help many a child find a future, dreams to make a difference in this world any way that I can. Sometimes, the magnitude of these dreams scare me but I am comforted in knowing that the God that brought me thus far will take me even further. 

The best way to summarize 21 years in to one piece of writing is to say, it has been God all the way. His Grace has seen me through seemingly insurmountable hurdles. His love has been relentless: even the times I couldn’t love myself, He still loved me as dearly as the days I was lost in narcissism. He has been faithful to me even when I knew not the meaning of faithfulness. He has comforted me in my times of sorrow, daily showing me that there is no part of my life that He’s not concerned about. He has carried me above the storms of low self esteem, insecurity, poverty and placed me on higher ground. Truly, only the grace of my Lord Jesus Christ could have brought me this far. I owe every bit of my being to the one that was whipped that I may be made whole, the one that was broken that I may be mended, the one that was spat upon that I may be highly spoken of. He was wounded for my transgressions, bruised for my iniquities and finally He gave up His life so that I could truly find life. And so, here’s to more grace, love and purpose filled years. Here’s to spreading His love more. Here’s to making Him known.

Happy Birthday to me! 

To each and everyone that celebrated my birthday through a message, a call, a prayer, a thought, a silent wish… I am eternally grateful! Thank you for being a part of my story!