Letters to the One to Come - Birthday




Dear One-to-come, 


It's my birthday today and my heart is full. 


It is full because I had so much expectations, bag full of them. 


Some have come through, some have died, while some are springing up.


The ones that died, not that I let them go easily.


I threw a whole lot of tantrums. 


I was angry, pissed, bitter and furious at why God won't allow them come to pass.


I kicked and fought.


I cried and whimpered.


I thought I would die if God didn’t make them happen.


I am not flattering, One-to-come.


I held onto those things firmly and would rather imagine my life with them than without them.


But guess what? 


All of those things I thought I would die without, I didn't get any of them. 


Not even one. 


The Lord gently took my hands off them and gave me peace. 


The pruning was painful but I survived. 


Pheeew!


Rather, I have been opened up to new spheres of influence. 


I was opened up to a new world where those things I wanted might not have mattered. 


Do I still want them? Yes.


But do I want them badly as much as I did? No. 


Instead of having all of those things, the Lord blessed me with amazing friendship.


I am enjoying this within and outside my family.


To be honest, 2022 is the year I could really be vulnerable with people without fear of being taken advantaged of.


The Lord lavished his choicest gift of men on me.


I told someone that this was the circle I prayed for and I wasn't joking. 


In 2016 when I had just finished my National Diploma program, I was lost, confused and didn't know where to turn to.


I remember asking God for Godly friends. 



The prophecy wasn't full-blown me until 2022. 


I would say again that he has blessed me.


These people have tended and cared for me, took my worries and made them theirs.


I hope you would join their list, too.


It's 25 years today.


I have so many mixed feelings trying to rise to my throat.


But one feeling I am sure of is the fact that I am grateful.



Dear One-to-come, the Lord our God has blessed and favored me. 


I am still occupying for you to come. 


I will do this well, I promise. 


I will write again.


All my love,

Rebekah




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