Every knows that
I was the good girl
I did my best to
Make everyone happy with me
Then I found out that
It was impossible to please
The whole crowd
So I spoke up and I spoke out
I learned that love don’t hold its tongue
And passion doesn’t bow to what they think
It’s You and me
Sometimes it’s painful to be brave
To look fear in the face and know your name
To find your strength
But I did.
28 was the year I finally did… or undid.
It was a year of undoing that began with an unravelling.
I faced a death so I could see new life both in me and through me, in the life that I have now.
I found my voice. I found my name. I found Him waiting in my heart, there deep within.
To hold my hand and take me on a journey to who I am today, made new.
It started first with unbecoming who I thought I was.
Who I’d come to be, not because it was the girl I truly wanted to be.
I’d build up walls. I’d hid in shame.
I’d listened to the voice of fear and all the lies that called me names and told me everyone would leave if I was me.
Yet here I stand at 29. He’s mine and I am His. I’ll always be.
He’s chosen me. He called me Bride. I heard it clear and I came running to His arms.
I tore down walls. I let him in. I sat there still in his near presence and I received love. So divine. Beyond my words His power healed me deep within.
So today I cry with grateful tears, for all He’s brought me through to bring me here.
This unbecoming to become the woman I was made to be in Christ, indeed set free.