writing with the happiest of hearts, with a story of abundance.
i was born to a mom whom i do not know, who for whatever reason, chose to give me away. a few blocks over waves were coming and going, the waves i love, and where i still feel most peace. i can look into another face one day, the girl who feels such pain, and whisper, i know. i know. it is a gift i was given that day.
abundance.
the man who is biologically my father walks somewhere on this planet. i may never know his story, my story. from his own body i was created and yet we are strangers in a world full of people. a gift, yes. i imagine a simple day sitting on my front porch when i can look into one's face, the one who feels such pain, and whisper, i know. i know.
abundance.
i remember well the struggle with finances as a child, and still know the pull of week to week living. it takes my breath with anxious worry, and feelings of sorrow for myself, and more for them, the ones who really struggle. the ones who literally don't have enough. it is a gift. i can look into another face one day, the mom who is anxious because of little, who feels such pain, and whisper, i know. i know.
abundance.
i live in a redeemed marriage, one that a certain year many thought would not make it another day. in that day i would have traded for a different story, one that was more beautiful than mine, one that was more clean. today i know it is a gift. i can look into their faces one day, the man and wife who feels such pain, and whisper, i know. i know.
abundance.
God gives good gifts, some through sun flared beauty, my favorite, and some through pain, but make no mistake, both are abundant. our story was meant to point to His, our weakness, His strength. knowing i carry with me such rich gifts makes me want to dance, and live. it's abundance.
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