Dear Little Girl...You Are A Work Of Art In Progress

“You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you.”
— Song of Solomon 4:7

Today you turn double nickels — 55.
And this year, you’re not shrinking, apologizing, or waiting for someone else to make the day special.
You’re celebrating — fully, fiercely, and faithfully.

For years, you’ve made sure everyone else was okay.
You’ve been the peacekeeper, the fixer, the bridge builder — often at your own expense.
But something new is happening in you now.
You’re learning that peace doesn’t come from pleasing — it comes from presence.

💗 When Growth Feels Uncomfortable

You felt it today — that gentle tug between wanting to smooth things over and the wisdom to stay still.
And you chose stillness.
You chose to love without overexplaining.
You chose to forgive without losing yourself.

That’s growth.
That’s holy maturity.
That’s learning to give grace without giving yourself away.

🌸 The Art of Becoming

Someone once said, “Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.” ~Elanor Roosevelt

At 55, you understand what that means.
Every laugh line, every scar, every knot in your fascia — they’re brushstrokes on the masterpiece of your life.
Each one tells the story of healing, resilience, and love.

You are not a mess to fix;
you are art in progress.

🌿 Gratitude for the Body That Holds Your Story

Today, you thanked God for your body —
for your fascia that carries memory and movement,
for your heart that has broken and healed,
for your eyes that see beauty,
for your ears that hear laughter,
for your voice that speaks love and light.

Your body is the vessel of God’s creativity —
a living canvas painted with grace.

✨ Dear Little Girl, Look How Far You’ve Come

If you could whisper to that little girl today, you’d say:
“You were chosen. You were planned. You were seen from the very beginning.”

You’d remind her that her imagination, her love of dance, her fierce loyalty, and her hope were never accidents.
They were fingerprints of God’s design.

Yes, you’ve been through heartbreak.
Yes, you’ve been through seasons of confusion and loss.
But look at you — still showing up with light, still believing in love, still dancing.

That’s divine resilience.

🩵 Reflection

What if you celebrated yourself today the way Heaven celebrates you every day?
What if every breath, every class you teach, every note you write was a small party in God’s honor?

You’re not an accident, Amy.
You’re His art in progress — and He’s not finished yet.

🙏 Prayer

Lord, thank You for 55 years of grace, growth, and becoming.
For every lesson hidden in the knots, every tear that softened me, and every joy that lifted me higher.
Help me keep celebrating the woman You’re shaping me into — not because I’ve arrived,
but because You are still at work in me.
Amen. 🌿