Dear_Annygists

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[Dear_Annygists @annygists]

In 2026, may God rewrite what you thought was delayed into a testimony that brings Him glory and brings your heart rest.

May 2026 be a year where God does more within you than around you steadying your faith and deepening your peace.

[Dear_Annygists @annygists]

Before the plans, the goals, and the noise, may 2026 be a year where God goes ahead of you, ordering your steps and guarding your heart.

May the presence of God rest heavily on your life; bringing peace where there was worry and light where there was waiting.

[Dear_Annygists @annygists]

I pray that in 2026, God meets you in quiet ways softening what’s been heavy and healing what you never spoke about.

May 2026 be covered by God’s mercy, His wisdom, and His unfailing peace,
so even the unknown feels safe in His hands.

[Dear_Annygists @annygists]

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[Dear_Annygists @annygists]

I didn’t know love could hurt this deeply until I lived through heartbreak.

Daniel hurt me ! He hurt me so bad I thought I was ready to end it all!

I told myself I would never look at another man the same way again. I said love was a scam, a trap, a lie wrapped in promises.

[Dear_Annygists @annygists]

I thought I was the weapon fashioned against my Mum, I was wrong. I had just let grief and anger get the better part of me while I deprived the woman who loved me most in this world, of love.

Now I know better and I’m rooting for her to find beautiful love, just as I have…

[Dear_Annygists @annygists]

“Love didn’t kill me,” she said gently. “Grief did. And even then, love was the only thing that kept me alive.”

I broke then.

I leaned into her arms like I hadn’t done in years. “I’m sorry,” I cried.

“And so am I,” she whispered into my hair.

[Dear_Annygists @annygists]

“I was lonely, Ife. And I didn’t know how to say it without sounding weak.”

Tears streamed down my face.
“I was scared,” I admitted. “I watched you fall apart when Dad died. I was terrified love would do that to you again. Or to me.”

She reached for my hand.