Little Pieces

In a society that shines so much light on the struggles of the first child, yet barely acknowledges those of the last. I’m going to talk about it. To be the last child is no small thing. You grow up learning to seek permission before doing almost anything. You live with the fear of being criticized by everyone because you were surrounded by people older than you—people whose voices always seemed to matter more. It becomes hard to express your opinions without the fear of being reprimanded or silenced. So you over-explain. Again and again. Just to prove your point. Just to be heard. Because being the youngest has taught you that the advice of the oldest always deserves a seat at the table… while yours struggles for even half a listening ear. You grow up afraid of getting things wrong. Because to you, failure doesn’t just feel like a mistake—it feels like an invitation for criticism. And even when you step into the real world, even as an adult, that fear lingers. “...

Lately, I have had zero zeal to pray or even get out of bed. I just want to sleep in or be on my phone all day. And let me be honest, it feels comfortable. It feels safe, but the impact? The impact is terrible. I have been very impatient lately—complaining, using careless words, and having very little self-control. And I hate it. But I don’t yet hate it enough to want to change—to put in the effort to quit being spiritually complacent. So, I’m making the effort to change that today, devoting more time to prayer and making Jesus known. This is your sign to stop being spiritually complacent and do the difficult things that will build your faith and bring you closer to God. Maybe we both need to pray and fast more. Nonetheless, I can assure you that it’s going to be heart-wrenchingly uncomfortable , but it will be worth it. Let’s build our faith together and make Jesus known to the ends of the earth.

It’s Saturday night, and everything is starting to feel surreal. It’s been a hectic week, filled with endless to-do lists, that I almost forgot today marks the eve of your resurrection. Thank you to the person on my contact list who shared an image with a soft, ethereal song on her status that reminded me of what you did for me. My sweet love, you chose to die for me even before my mum birthed me. You called me yours. You called me chosen. You said I am forgiven. Oh, how I love you. How you make me want to cry my heart out. How you make me want to write a thousand notes just for you. I love you so dearly, my sweet Jesus. Earth is beautiful because of you. The sun shines because of your radiating light. I cannot fully comprehend the depth of your love. For now, I know in part—but one day, I shall know fully, just as I am fully known by you, my lover. Keep being the Love of the world that you are, Jesus. We are so proud of you. Happy Resurrection Eve, my love. Much love, Your...