For the whole month of February, I will be posting a letter of gratitude to the people who have contributed immensely to the woman I am today. Some letters I’m thinking of sending to those I’ve written about and some I hope are never read. This will be the first time I post daily. So I am really keen on seeing how it will turn out, both for me and for those who follow this blog. I look forward to your thoughts and feedback in the comments section below. The theme for all the letters is that ‘We Are Stories’ and I will be telling mine in #29LettersOfGratitude for a whole month. If you would like to join me (PLEASE DO!!!) remember to link me in your posts.
‘You will fight me with your strength. You will fight me with your words. You will also fight me with your love but nothing will ever win. Then finally you’ll fight to get away and I promise to make this one easy, it’s the least I can do. You won’t recognize yourself at the end of it all, but I will not take the blame because I’ve never asked to be found by your prying love. It’s always overwhelmed me with its ridiculous abundance anyway, always making me uncomfortable with its ever unending forgiveness. I don’t hate you for limping away; but you could have run while you still had the full use of all your limbs. Our love has lost the race; better is happily awaiting you…’
Thank you for never finding me on this winter morning, I still cringe at all the things my insecurities wrote you in this first letter.
It hasn’t even been two whole years but I look at the words of the broken woman I once was and it makes me penitent. I couldn’t help but hug myself celebrating how far I’ve come without you.
Thank you for not finding me when I hit rock bottom. It made me find my own strength to rebuild everything I destroyed.
Thank you for not being my high school sweet heart, alone assured that I always respected my quiet thoughts and discerned my deepest convictions.
Thank you for not being here to answer the questions of my curious mind, it gave me a chance to know His voice first before I obeyed yours.
Thank you resembling a few frogs I’ve kissed along the way … Wait … What am I saying? No, I’m pretty mad at you for this one.