27 sucked. 😆 Okay maybe it didn't suck COMPLETELY. Let me start over.
27 was a rollercoaster...and not the fun kind (if there is such thing). I left an organization that I'd been a part of LITERALLY my entire life, and I'd never felt more disconnected from God. I tore my Achilles the first week of January (ouch). I was limited to only using one leg for two months (showers weren't fun) & couldn't do much for myself. I was in a boot and on crutches for about 3 months before I could drive and start teaching myself how to walk again. I felt alone. I was depressed for months. I was weak. I was weary.
BUT GOD!! 🙌🏽 Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, He started showing out with all types of blessings, new friends, opportunities & enlightenment.
Here I am. 28. WALKING (this is where you start shouting. HAAYYNAHNAHNANA) Stronger, soooo much wiser, more confident and comfortable with myself than ever before. 27 is in the past, and it came with so many life lessons and tests that are now testimonies.
Everything that happened at 27 was absolutely necessary to get me where I am now. I'm better for it & I'm so grateful for the journey. I declare 28 to be a year filled with an abundance of happiness and prosperity. It's going to be SO amazing. I can feel it. ❤️ Thank you for all the birthday love. It means more to me than you'll ever believe. ...did I mention I can walk now?! 😩😩🙌🏽🙌🏽 #cuesthechurchorgan #icantjumpyetthough #idoitanyway #justlittlehops #donttellthedoctor