By Lesallan 2/25/2026
I would write the moments that shaped me.
The quiet mornings when God whispered peace into my spirit.
The nights when I didn’t think I’d make it, but grace carried me anyway.
The laughter reminded me that joy is still possible.
The tears that taught me strength are not the absence of breaking, but the courage to rise again.
I would write the names of the people who loved me well.
Those who prayed for me, stood with me, believed in me when I doubted myself.
Those who reminded me that God sends help in human form.
I would write the lessons that time taught me.
That healing is slow but holy.
That wisdom grows in the soil of surrender.
That God wastes nothing — not a season, not a setback, not a single breath.
I would write the dreams I’m still reaching for.
The ministry I’m building.
The words I haven’t written yet.
The songs are still humming in my spirit.
The future God is shaping even now.
And I would write a prayer.
A prayer that whoever opens this bottle — even if it’s my future self — would feel hope rise like a river after rain.
✨ A Prayer to Seal the Bottle
Lord, gather the moments of my life and make them meaningful.
Teach me to number my days with wisdom, to honor each breath,
and to trust that You hold every second I cannot.
Let my time be a testimony of Your faithfulness,
and let my future be a canvas for Your glory.
Amen.
—Lesallan ⚓💞🕊️✝️
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