Late bloomer -
no less beautiful
no less admired
no less a rose.
I praise You for Your sovereignty over the details. With You, nothing is accidental, nothing is incidental, and no experience is wasted. You hold in Your power my breath of life and all my destiny. And every trial that You allow to happen is a platform on which You reveal Yourself, showing Your love and power, both to me and to others looking on. Thank you that I can move into the future nondefensively, with hands outstretched to whatever lies ahead, for You hold the future and You will always be with me, even to my old age . . . and through all eternity.