To Dodged Bullets 37 Times

A personal note from me to you.

What does it feel like to be 37? Well, it feels like I have done a lot right in my life. I can hear the heavenly tones leading and guiding me to the best destination. Through all the lies of 30-36 screw you! Another one bites the dust! Love to watch you leave! Lol.

Looks like I have won, to all the loaded guns, to all the plots, potshots, and plans that didn’t work out! Thank God!!

The things we have to be thankful for. I know I am good now. I am just getting started. To all the pain that was supposed to destroy me that didn’t, I don’t even know you, I feel kept healed and held. I only feel fully filled with the love of my heavenly Father.

Small yet large a woman, who will never play small ever again for anyone’s sake, especially my own. Big shoes to fill is an understatement of the 21st century.

Remember, the days when I thought I needed you so much turns out I never did. Abolished. Turns out I am more than ok on the Flip side. From glory to glory. To all the confirmations, confirmed in Your love and promises. More so.

Thank you for the no’s and of course the big Yes. All the wrongs and right that lead me straight into Your grace and mercy. Like a wiry cat I find myself on my feet capable, beautiful, intelligent. As You said it beautifully, fearfully, wonderfully made.

I held my breath; no, I hold my breath assured in Your promises. The best is yet to come. Kicking ass and taking names my Jesus I feel the strength of Christ in my bones. I could tackle that tree any time now. The scales reigning down on me standing by You everything is in its perfect perspective.

Hey, Jesus, they can’t help talking about You! Even people who never knew You or never ever talked about You. You and the buzz. Cheers.

Love. I know its name separated from the cheap fleeting feelings of my youth. All the salt water that never satisfies. Now, I am ready every moment of my life for the real things, the big tides of it. Does it surprise me great love is birthed in the middle of unimaginable conflicts, not one bit. One doesn’t exist without the other. Nor should it bittersweet, I know loves name. It still sounds a lot like hymns and Jesus Christ.

Not into tattoos to be honest. You know me, not into bold letters on the forehead either. There is a sign that is written on my forehead though to all those who can read in between the lines. Approaching my 40’s it gets better already.

New York at the Golden Gates do I ever feel it. The big city, the big apple. The library and clothes that do not match. Oh well. I am reading and remembering ruling and reigning with Christ Jesus. Thirty-seven will be better than thirty-six because it is over. I know that is true.

Oh, to the finest relationships to the finest French Champagne, it may cost me. To all those little and big angels who made 37 possible. Thank you for loving and thank you for being kind in a world where lines become blurred. Keep fighting the good fight of faith, and when the distance becomes greater may the bells to my ears ring to hearts who found Jesus and no longer even need me. Well done my good and faithful servant. May affection be turned into something more everlasting.

Jesus Christ Forevermore