When I was little, I prayed that God would cook me slowly. I made a wish.
What I wanted was to age mentally faster than I would physically so that at the right time, the two would meet.
I prayed to experience wisdom before I experienced beauty. So at the right time in life, I could experience the best of both worlds with knowledge on how to navigate life without getting caught up in things that really don't matter.
Overtime I began to swell, my little tiny frame started to plump as the days went by and the years passed, my healthy 5-year-old frame had grew into a chubby 8-year-old...
By the time I turned 14, I had forgotten about the wish. I even forgot the power of prayer so I, unknowingly, wished for another wish.
I prayed to look different. I wasn't specific or detailed, but I knew what I meant and didn't feel the need to explain it to God. If I understood my wish, I had faith that He did too.
By 16 years old, I was unrecognizable.
I mean, if you ever looked into my eyes you would know it was me, but if you only looked at me. If you ever looked past me? You wouldn't have a clue that it was me.
Every phase has had a different face since then. It would have made sense as time passed had I remembered either wish.
As the years have passed, I've made a number of wishes. Praying to God about things I know are already laid out but out of habit, I ask.
Recently I remembered all the wishes that led me to where I am today. I remembered my faith as a 5-year-old and wanting to be cooked slowly. I remember changing and experiencing life as a big kid. I remember 16 and all the ages that led me to this age.
I remembered how powerful prayers are if you dare to make a wish. So, I made another wish.
I told God I was ready.
Prayed for proper preparation. A smooth transition, a gentle landing.
I wished...
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