every part of me is borrowed. My father’s rage, my mother’s empathy, my first girlfriend’s sense of adventure and wonder. My grandmother’s hope for the world. My little sister’s bravery. My boyfriend’s sharp wit, the little girl from my preschool class’s love of all living things. I’m not sure if anything is uniquely mine. When i was a kid i would sit and wonder if anyone was thinking the same thing as me at the same time, now I know that someone out there is. Maybe some find it sad to not be one of a kind, but i think it’s beautiful. We all lean on each other, strangers or friends. The impact people leave on each other is beautiful. Strangers in the grocery store with pretty smiles, old ladies in the park feeding the birds and squirrels, a father seeing his baby for the first time. The world seems so ugly until you squint and pay closer attention.
If you’re facing something that seems difficult, always remember… Nothing is too hard for our God. All things are possible. Just believe and repeat this throughout your day:
“Kuch cheezein naseeb aur haqeeqat dono mein nahi hoti, lekin Allah pe yaqeen aur tawakkul se sab ho jata hai. Wo farmata hai tum sabar ki inteha kar doun main mo’jzoun ki inteha kar dounga.”
reminder: it's okay if it still hurts after all this time. you can't force yourself to be where you expected yourself to be by now. healing takes time, grace, patience, & God's supernatural strength.