“Bisola, I’m tired,” Teni whispered, staring at her reflection. “No matter how hard I try, it’s like I’m never enough.”
Her voice trembled, that kind of trembling that comes from fighting quiet battles nobody sees.
I smiled gently. “You don’t have to be perfect, you know?”
She looked at me, confused. “Then why does it feel like everyone else has it together?”
I chuckled softly. “Because we all post our polished parts and hide our broken ones.”
Silence. Then tears.
“You can still be loved while you’re learning,” I told her. “You can be growing and still be God’s favorite. Perfection isn’t the goal, grace is.”
She sighed. “So, I don’t have to keep pretending?”
“No, you don’t,” I said. “Even God never asked for perfection. He asked for surrender.”
We sat there quietly, letting those words sink in.
It was as if peace finally entered the room, softly whispering,
“You’re enough.”
And maybe that’s what someone needs to hear today,
You don’t have to be perfect to be chosen.
You just have to keep showing up, with your heart open and your faith holding on.
Because grace has already covered the rest.
Temilade Alokan
Light Lamp
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