For her birthday, I give you this

Have you ever found yourself holding onto something that was no longer there... only you never realized it until now? This is me right now, and this letter was written in my personal journal and spoken aloud from my mouth. I am sharing this to others who may be experiencing something somewhat the same. Just simply replace my words and thoughts as your own. I love you and be blessed.

Ever since Jordan was born or back up, was learned of to be expected, I placed my value in your hands. Depending upon whether or not you accepted & chose me or not. I wanted so long for you to choose me & eventually your daughter. To have & to hold & to cherish in that special place in your heart.

Over & over you didn't choose me nor her. I placed my value as a woman & as a mother in your hands & even as a possible mate in your hands unknowingly. I thought that if only this or that, he would choose us. 12 years in the game, that day never came.

The ties I have with you has affected me in many ways... More than I can count. Today on her birthday, by faith I cut the ties. The ties of the expectations of you, your family & my idea of how things were supposed to eventually turn out. Today not by my power, but by the power that lives in me, I sever those ties at the neck & I pronounce it dead.

Somewhere I wrapped my security & value in you & my expectations. You may say, this is too long to still be holding onto something like this... Well I said the same thing this morning. Today you no longer have access to that place & I close the door for good.

I've seen how God came in & provided our every need & how He has kept us. So the place you held is no longer yours to fill. Thank you for your seed. She is beautiful in all her ways. My security in being a good mother & our daughter being all that she is, is no longer yours to hold. It's mine & hers to keep & you can't have it.

Thank you for reading. My prayer is that it touched you as it touched me! Please feel free to share this post or share an inspiring word! Remember you are the only you there is, so be good to YOU!

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