Single davinci ⛩️@0xSvinci
Happy Birthday to me.
Today, I enter a new year with one simple acceptance:
I will get everything I deserve.
I no longer wish to escape the consequences of the seeds I have planted. I have loved deeply, prayed quietly, sacrificed privately, shown up when it was difficult, and continued moving even when nobody understood the weight I was carrying.
So yes, I accept my harvest.
I accept the love I have given returning to me in greater measure.
I accept the doors my discipline has prepared me to enter.
I accept the peace I protected for others finally becoming my own.
I accept the opportunities attached to every season in which I refused to quit.
I accept the rewards of the work I did when there was no audience, applause, recognition, or immediate result.
One day, I will wake up and ask, “Is this really my life?”
And the answer will be yes.
Yes, this is the life built by the prayers I thought nobody heard.
Yes, this is the joy produced by the tears I survived.
Yes, this is the favor connected to every moment I chose faith over fear.
Yes, this is the harvest of everything I planted in secret.
I know I am not perfect. I have made mistakes, taken wrong turns, doubted myself, and sometimes delayed my own progress. But I have also grown. I have learned. I have corrected myself. I have become wiser, stronger, softer, and more intentional.
Therefore, I will not be afraid of what is coming.
I will not run from my blessings.
I will not shrink when my name is called.
I will not apologize when my season finally becomes visible.
There are doors already preparing to recognize me.
There are rooms where my name will be spoken with honor.
There are opportunities that will locate me without struggle.
There are answers already travelling toward the prayers I nearly stopped praying.
And when everything begins to unfold, I will not call it luck.
I will call it harvest.
May this new year reward my courage.
May it honor my consistency.
May it restore everything life tried to take from me.
May my private sacrifices produce public evidence.
May my hands hold the things my heart has patiently waited for.
May my life become so beautiful that I occasionally have to pause and ask God, “Is all this truly for me?”
And may His answer always be:
“Yes. You have carried enough. Now receive.”
Happy Birthday to me.
I accept what I deserve.
And I believe what is coming will be greater than anything I had to survive.
