I went to sleep at 10pm last night. I was just so tired after driving to Charlotte to get my hair done. But what I didn't know is that while I slept my husband was in here preparing the house for a new year. He woke me up 2 mins before the ball dropped in New York. I peeled myself out of the bed. The kids, he, and I saw everyone as they celebrated 2022's arrival. I went back to bed shortly after.
This morning when I woke up, I literally began to sob. After realizing that this is the 40th New Year that I've lived through. Yes I'll be 40 in Feb. I can honestly say that I've taken the other 39 for granted. I look back over my life, I've endured some major heartache and pain. I have some major scars. I didn't want to live at different points of my life. I experienced loss at a major cost. So I know that these tears are just a sign that I'm still alive. All I can say is hallelujah. I say hallelujah because I didn't always trust God. I didn't always have faith. But I'm so oooooooo glad I made it.
I know that many of you can relate. You should have lost your mind. But just like me, you should say thank you, God. God, I thank you for keeping me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for your grace and mercy. I know that I'm a walking-talking miracle.
This year I vow to let go and let God...to let God have his way. 2022 will be my year and I'm starting it off by publicly thanking God for everything that he allowed me to endure from 1982 to 2021...dangers seen and unseen...disappointments and achievements. So I just wanna encourage you to hang in there. You made it through. Despite all that has happened to you in previous years, you still made it through.
So like Marvin Sapp said...inspite of calamity, God still has a plan and it's working for your good. It's building your testimony. You made it through. You didn't lose. The best days are ahead. The worst days are behind you.
Happy New Year🎉🎊