Thoughts keep racing with the time. What could be in for me now that I'm 15? What is it about 15? Why do people keep mistaking me for 17? (Or in some extreme cases, 21?) What about Acne? Angst and everything in between?

I made it a point that I start my day first thing today (Well I was born 6pm. So technically, I'll be 15 by then) with a prayer. Suddenly a torrent of inspiration came to mind. Thinking of how God has been with me (and still is) all these 14 years, 17 hours, 23 minutes and counting orchestrated new ways in which I can express my gratitude to Him. More than everything I have to look forward to as another chapter in my life unravels, more than the wildest Birthday wishes the candles hold, I have my God to thank first, above all.

15

I crossed today, the day before

Clock ticks another year

Anticipating more and more

Tomorrow’s drawing near

Yet seeing how the tapestry

Of life unfurled today

Replaying grace-filled times to me

I bowed my head to pray

“Lord, through the times you held me fast

I thought that I’d let go

Consoled me that Your love will last

Till time will never know”

“And looking back on how Your hands

Have left its mark on mine

Though broken you began to mend

This clay with Your design”

Ok so it's not quite done yet, bur I'm getting there. 14 in a nutshell, was great. I've got nothing against growing old (inwardly of course). So there.

 Happy birthday to me.