Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time i was 6 months in my mothers womb,developing and becoming all that she could want me to achieve. Once upon a time it was November and in three months all that you imagined, what I look like and who I could become would be all in your arms, curled up in a hospital blanket. You would hold me in your arms like that and as months went by you would watch me crawl until at 9 months when you watched me take my first steps.
Once upon a time we celebrated 1, it was a milestone and a whole lot of first moments to come until 2 and here came the terrible twos, drenched in cuteness, cursing and terrible tantrums. 3 and 4 as we get to know each other even more because 5 and 6 I would spend most of my day with Mrs Naiomi at Little Lambs until you watched me graduate.
Once upon a time I was 7 and it was my first day at Montessori, so many things to learn and new friendships to be built. There's a shift and change coming because 8 will be here soon, new school, new friends, oh dear not again. What did I know 9 was coming and off to a different province we go, I've got this we've been here before but why does it hurt this time around. Well I guess I have 12 months at 10 to process it all, or will I ever? I guess time will tell.
Once upon a time i was 11 and I lost Dad,how those months of your chronic pain unfolded right before my eyes. You would soon sing me a lullaby only this time it was you going for a deep sleep, That thick blanket of soil, I wonder how heavy it was on your chest 6 layers solid. At 12 and 13 Your voice echoes so loud in my ears and I remember your breathe of Peach flavored Beaches bubblegum. Your laughter and beautiful smile because that's what I choose to remember you by.
Once upon a time i was 14 and had dreams bigger than my own imagination until 15, curled up in a hospital bed because chronic pains that dad once felt now made its way to me. At 16 I'm a survivor putting bandages on old wounds, and skilled to clean fresh ones as 17 & 18 approach and I discover myself, drink away all that was supposed to be a great childhood, tame the beast that resided from within while making a few mistakes along the way not knowing that karma knows its way around and would soon find my address.
Once upon a time at 19 when everything felt like it was going right, I was breathing and at my prime. Straight out of high school and the world at my feet, or at least I thought. I would be 20 soon and looking back at my teenage years like "I guess we made it this far". 21 and setting goals because the pressure started mounting I have to accomplish them all. 22 & 23 would be a whirlwind not really knowing what I'm doing , Because let's face it, everyone is just working off of their current best guess.
Once upon a time at 24 I'm reminded that ten years ago I had dreams bigger than my own imagination, why those dreams haunted me every night, how they were so vivid as if it was yesterday when I had them. What if time was nothing but a day, 24 hours that symbolised each year of my life. Because at 25 I'd be back in hospital and my dreams and goals would be all that I have, a beautiful life of success, love and happiness would allow me to fight so that I could see 26 and at 27 I've survived yet again.
Because once upon a time we all wished to be were we are today not knowing what it took to get there. Life isn't really roses and peaches, you ought to go through all that you went through to become who you are and to get to where you are. I've learnt that all that you go through is meant to happen exactly when it happens, because there's a purpose for each and every single thing that happens in your life, why it happens also reveals itself when its supposed to. Every scar has a story. What will yours tell?
Let your scars be evidence that there is a loving, gracious God who fought your battles and conquered.
'Never like my Glory before you like my story '
Once upon a time i was 6 months in my mothers womb,developing and becoming all that she could want me to achieve. Once upon a time it was November and in three months all that you imagined, what I look like and who I could become would be all in your arms, curled up in a hospital blanket. You would hold me in your arms like that and as months went by you would watch me crawl until at 9 months when you watched me take my first steps.
Once upon a time we celebrated 1, it was a milestone and a whole lot of first moments to come until 2 and here came the terrible twos, drenched in cuteness, cursing and terrible tantrums. 3 and 4 as we get to know each other even more because 5 and 6 I would spend most of my day with Mrs Naiomi at Little Lambs until you watched me graduate.
Once upon a time I was 7 and it was my first day at Montessori, so many things to learn and new friendships to be built. There's a shift and change coming because 8 will be here soon, new school, new friends, oh dear not again. What did I know 9 was coming and off to a different province we go, I've got this we've been here before but why does it hurt this time around. Well I guess I have 12 months at 10 to process it all, or will I ever? I guess time will tell.
Once upon a time i was 11 and I lost Dad,how those months of your chronic pain unfolded right before my eyes. You would soon sing me a lullaby only this time it was you going for a deep sleep, That thick blanket of soil, I wonder how heavy it was on your chest 6 layers solid. At 12 and 13 Your voice echoes so loud in my ears and I remember your breathe of Peach flavored Beaches bubblegum. Your laughter and beautiful smile because that's what I choose to remember you by.
Once upon a time i was 14 and had dreams bigger than my own imagination until 15, curled up in a hospital bed because chronic pains that dad once felt now made its way to me. At 16 I'm a survivor putting bandages on old wounds, and skilled to clean fresh ones as 17 & 18 approach and I discover myself, drink away all that was supposed to be a great childhood, tame the beast that resided from within while making a few mistakes along the way not knowing that karma knows its way around and would soon find my address.
Once upon a time at 19 when everything felt like it was going right, I was breathing and at my prime. Straight out of high school and the world at my feet, or at least I thought. I would be 20 soon and looking back at my teenage years like "I guess we made it this far". 21 and setting goals because the pressure started mounting I have to accomplish them all. 22 & 23 would be a whirlwind not really knowing what I'm doing , Because let's face it, everyone is just working off of their current best guess.
Once upon a time at 24 I'm reminded that ten years ago I had dreams bigger than my own imagination, why those dreams haunted me every night, how they were so vivid as if it was yesterday when I had them. What if time was nothing but a day, 24 hours that symbolised each year of my life. Because at 25 I'd be back in hospital and my dreams and goals would be all that I have, a beautiful life of success, love and happiness would allow me to fight so that I could see 26 and at 27 I've survived yet again.
Because once upon a time we all wished to be were we are today not knowing what it took to get there. Life isn't really roses and peaches, you ought to go through all that you went through to become who you are and to get to where you are. I've learnt that all that you go through is meant to happen exactly when it happens, because there's a purpose for each and every single thing that happens in your life, why it happens also reveals itself when its supposed to. Every scar has a story. What will yours tell?
Let your scars be evidence that there is a loving, gracious God who fought your battles and conquered.
'Never like my Glory before you like my story '
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