A Sacred Pause

Today I breathe a sacred pause,

Not just for cake or loud applause

But for the hush within my soul,

Where broken things were made whole.

I trace the years not by the day,

But by the roads I’ve walked in faith.

The nights I wept, the dawns I rose,

The silent grace that held me close.

Chapters torn and pages worn,

Moments when my heart was torn.

Yet every scar, a line of light

Proof that God still held me tight.

He carried me when strength had fled,

Spoke peace into the fears I fed.

When I let go, He still held on,

And gently whispered: “Child, be strong.”

To every soul who crossed my way

A light, a storm, a truth, a stay

You shaped me with your joy or pain,

And taught me loss can still be gain.

To younger me, both fierce and small,

Who dared to rise after each fall

Thank you for the strength you gave

To walk through fire and still be brave.

And now I greet who I’ve become

Not perfect, but becoming one

Who walks in grace, who stands in truth,

Still learning from the roots of youth.

So on this day, I lift my eyes,

Beyond the gifts and sweet goodbyes

To thank the Giver, ever near,

Who writes my story year by year.

Each breath a gift, each step a vow,

Each trial shaping who I am now.

This birthday is not just a line in time

It’s a testament, a sacred sign.

A quiet altar, built with pain,

With mercy falling like the rain.

I stand, not whole, but held and known

By God, whose love has made me His own.

All glory to God.