ODE TO FAYVOUR REBIRTH

10th April 2025 - Happy Cake day!

Dear Fidelis Fayvour Rebirth

Happy Birthday Abba’s Fayvourite Girl!!

All of you I haven't met—
Yet the little of you I’ve encountered
Has deeply upped my respect for you.

Even with just a glimpse,
You’ve left lasting imprints on my heart.
There’s a presence about you that lingers—
Quiet, yet commanding.
Soft, yet powerful.

You are a perfect circle.
Not just for what the eyes can see,
But for the fullness of who you are becoming.

You've got beauty—undeniably.
You've got brains—unapologetically.
You are wise—like a well-aged wine.
You are smart—with a rare kind of intuition.
You lead with grace,
And your counsel carries weight.
Then you love God—
And that makes the circle whole.

For you, I pray strong shoulders—
To carry not just burdens,
But destinies and dreams,
For you are a lifter of others.
A quiet strength to the weary.
A voice of calm in stormy places.

For you, I pray boldness and utterance—
To speak truth in love,
To proclaim the gospel with power,
As the fearless ambassador of Christ that you are.

For you, I pray resources without end—
So you’ll never lack
What to pour into others,
Or what to pour into yourself.

I celebrate the "you" I’ve met.
I celebrate the "you" you’re becoming.
All of me celebrates all of you.

This birthday… hmm. It feels different.

Not louder. Not bigger. Just deeper.

Lately, I find myself thinking a lot about her—the younger version of me.

I see her more clearly now…
That girl who was so tired, but kept pushing anyway.
So unseen, yet somehow held on to hope.
So afraid, but kept moving forward—even if it was with trembling feet.

Honestly, I don’t know where she found the strength.
But oh, I am so grateful she did.

Because of her fight, her faith, her fire…
I get to be here today.
Older. Wiser.
Softer—not harder.
Not perfect, but still standing.
Still becoming.

And every hill we climbed, every quiet cry in the dark, every whispered prayer…
It was worth it.

So today, I just want to say:

Thank you, younger me.
Thank you for not giving up on us.
Thank you for protecting our softness in a world that wanted us to harden.
Thank you for guarding that kind heart—so fiercely.

Today, I breathe differently.
Not out of survival anymore…
But because I’m finally learning to live.
Truly live.
Fully. Freely. Fearlessly.

To Fayvour Rebirth—
May your name always mirror the beauty of your journey.
May your light grow brighter with each step.
And may your becoming never stop inspiring.

Happy, glorious birthday.
You are deeply loved.
By God. By those who matter.
And finally… by You!.

Love,

Fayvourebirth