Lifestyle: Emily Ruiten

Lucky me.

Lucky, lucky me.

We spent the early evening mobbing ivy alley ways and queuing spontaneous dance parties on bus stop benches.

We pretended we’ve known each other for a coon’s age, because nothing else felt as true.

She took the town and painted it red, sprinting across intersections with the giddiest smile and glowiest eyes.

She’s a little starlet, a magnet bright with kindness and true humility. Put it like this: I like her a lot.

I’m sure her steps follow the prayers long lifted up for her name. I’m sure she shines because of the radiant things spoken of her, mostly from heaven.

Only a shadow of the promises made to her she’s seen. But the vast extent of them still await.

It will take a lifetime to unlock the goldfields he’s made for her. And a for a lifetime she will sing his praise, knowing no one other than God could have made her heart so full.

I know she knows it. But I can see it.

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