Twenty-four

I wrote this in my prayer journal last year, when I turned twenty-four.

If there’s anyone to thank, really, it’s You. No one else. You’ve always been there. It seems like a watered-down sentiment but it’s true–You were always there. Way before my parents ever thought about me. The concept of time and space is so limited, so tiny, so minute, compared to the vastness of You. You are larger than life and bigger than everything. You made impulsive cowards walk on water–on a raging storm, nonetheless. Heck, you could still storms in your sleep.

Way before I knew, You knew. Way before anyone knew, you did. Just as You’ve always known and seen how things ended.

It’s something I don’t need to comprehend–because I know I never will. But You do. That fact is enough for me.

All I have in You is more than enough.

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