08/06/2025
🌟 50 Years Taught Me…
I am cracked, patched, and broken — but not forgotten.
Not useless. Not unloved. Not finished.
This life has taught me:
🧩 That healing doesn’t always mean returning to what was — sometimes it’s becoming someone new.
🕊 That grief and joy can live in the same heart — and both are holy.
⏳ That time is a gift, not a guarantee.
🌿 That God’s mercy finds me in the mess.
💪 That strength often looks like surrender.
🧵 That I am stitched together by grace, held together by purpose, and still being made whole.
I’m not who I once was — thank God.
And I’m not who I will be — yet.
Here’s to 50.
To the fire that didn’t burn me, but refined me.
To the tears that watered new growth.
To the cracks that let the light shine through.
And to the One who carried me when I couldn’t carry myself.
“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed…” — 2 Corinthians 4:8
