Dear 32

Dear Thirty-two,

Today is our last day together. It is true I would have painted you inside a more idyllic frame. You were a gift that came with more hardship than I could have imagined. But as I reflect on our 365 days together, I recall the battles won and lost with equal confidence in this fact. The Lord is trustworthy. I did not invite the tears and pain to accompany you. But it did not matter because The Lord is truly worthy of all my trust. What He gave me cannot be measured by Babylonian scales. It is almost invisible, definitely quiet, not always tangible, but undoubtedly extraordinary. Transforming hearts is the intricate work that only He can do. Babylon tries but only succeeds in hosting a global masquerade. Fire rids us of dross, and He chose us to go in (what an honor). Dearest thirty-two, I am thankful to God for you, scars, tears, and all.

With love,

C