I am grateful for the tear stained letter full of encouragement and convince that ending my life in 2019 would have been better, landed on the ears of a mighty God.

I am grateful that the strength I gave others, ie; church mothers, displaced lovers, friends and even animals of the forest, finally showed up for me.

It held my four leaf clover. I got lucky. I guess my life really wasn’t over.

Strength, I am grateful for you, you’re one clever lover.

It wasn’t my time. I keep saying over and over.

THIS time though, it IS.

Time to accelerate life and honor every one of those wishes.
The ones that were blown from candles perched atop a thick slice of chocolate cake.
Nestled on a paper plate because who wanted to do dishes?

It’s time to collect from the wells where I tossed many a shiny penny, sometimes dimes too because everybody knows those wishes count as double and I really need them to come true.

It’s time to give myself the grace that I have granted so many.

Grateful for an anchor of a soul that rests deep within a 9 year old.
At 9 years old, He saved the souls of plenty.

Next of kin, grateful for unwavering love from a Mother whose heart is worn with worry. But she is a warrior, a protector.
A galaxy of love wrapped prayers is what I am grateful for.

Grateful for loss.
It hurts so bad at first. But the loss can be a gain with unseen wings, I now am finally starting to feel like myself again.

Grateful for the grit.
Without it, there’s so much I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish.
Not even half of it.

Grateful that I am choosing to love myself more, and the self love I poured in is opening all sorts of new doors.

In the hallways of life, I am grateful.

For the heartfelt wrongs and the astonishing rights, for the affirmations I recite before bed each night, the nourishing food that illuminates my soul like a light,the emotions I wear on my sleeve so those around me can see the real me…
I am grateful.

For everything on this planet will be alright.