1 Flame🌹🔥💍
Not a number.
A testimony.
Of what happens when prayer meets presence
and patience falls in love with promise.
You ...
you’ve been the sunrise that stayed.
The soft in the storm.
The hymn I hum
when silence feels like exile
and deadlines steal my attention...ooh the deadlines...
I’ve failed,
faltered,
but never…
never stopped choosing you.
You are
the verse I keep writing in the margin of my life,
the scripture God slid into my ribcage
when He said,
“Son, she is your home.”
And home ...
you are.
In the curve of your laughter,
the weight of your prayers,
the strength in your silence
when my words couldn’t find you.
I remember nights
you poured wine into my weariness,
shouldered my storms
like God had wired you
for divine partnership.
And maybe He did.
Maybe that’s what covenant means ....
not perfect Sundays
or constant clarity
but waking up
on the 365th sunrise,
still in love.
Still leaning in.
Still willing.
So this morning, my queen,
I don’t just say, “Happy Anniversary.”
I say,
thank you…
For every time you stayed soft when I was distant,
for every moment you loved me through confusion,
for being God's echo when my faith cracked.
One year. One flame.
And it still burns.
Let’s keep walking ...
Even if it’s through shadows.
Even if it’s through fire.
As long as it’s with you,
I’m home.😘
I love you Mama 💯💋