Twenty Seven.

Before I finally hit 27, I had been contemplating on how I was going to live the rest of my life. I am getting into a critical stage of life called late-twenties, people, the three-O is coming like real soon.

Each time I am near to meeting my birthday, I always think that the end of my life is coming near. Every single year brings me closer to it and I don’t think I have done much. There are dreams to be reached, there are places to be visited, and yes, there are work to be done.

To be honest, I am so afraid of dying young. I don’t fear the pain or anything but I fear that my life passes without me leaving meaning in other people’s lives. I want to live a long life so I can go more places, serve more people, and touch more lives. Time is ticking before the Lord is calling me home. My life is fleeting, I don’t even know about tomorrow. My days are numbered without me even ever knowing how many more days I have left.

I know not a thousand years I am given, I’ll love and serve before it is taken. Though I hope, not when I am only twenty seven.


Thank you, Lord, I am twenty-seven and young ❤




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