Entry 47- President of the Soft Life

“For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things He planned for us long ago.”- Ephesians 2:10 (NLT)

Over the weekend, I was at my mum’s and we stumbled into a memory lane detour. She laughed and said, “Do you remember when you said you’d be president one day?”

I didn’t- also why would I willingly go into politics? Yuck!

But apparently, I wasn’t just saying it, when I said it then, I was seeing it.

I drew a picture of myself in a limousine, presidential and proud. And do you know what she did with that drawing? She hung it in her office. Her colleagues would see it daily. And to this day, years later, they still ask,

“How is our president doing?”

I told her to say, “She’s the president of the soft life now.”, the next time they asked.

And just like that, the Holy Spirit reminded me- there’s more purpose in that than we think.
As kids, we dream big without hesitation. Want to be a chef today and a veterinarian tomorrow? Done. No limitations, just vibes. But as adults, life gives us detours, disappointments, and sometimes delays that shrink our dreaming capacity. We begin to associate success with hustle, pain, or proving ourselves.

But God doesn’t operate like that.

Yes, the drawing said “President.”

But the calling was leadership.

The heart behind the dream was impact.

And just because I’m not behind a podium or seated at the Flagstaff House doesn’t mean I’m not walking in purpose.

What Is the Soft Life, Really?

Let’s redefine this. The soft life isn’t about laziness or lounging all day while quoting Scriptures about rest. It’s about divine ease. It’s about trusting God so deeply that we no longer have to grind ourselves into exhaustion to feel worthy.

It’s Matthew 11:28-30 personified:

Soft life = kingdom life.

It’s knowing that peace is our portion, rest is our rhythm, and abundance comes through Gods alignment, not anxiety.

You may not be leading a nation, but maybe you’re:

1. Leading a home filled with love and healing.
2. Leading a small team with integrity in a chaotic work culture.
3. Leading a healing journey no one claps for.
4. Leading your own life out of trauma, doubt, and fear into wholeness.
   

And that counts. God sees it. And heaven celebrates it.

Don’t let the enemy convince you that if the dream didn’t happen the way you saw it at 8 years old, it didn’t happen at all. Purpose evolves. And God’s plan always includes room for redirection.

I may not be the president of a nation, but I am the:

1. President of Peace in my circle.
2. President of Softness in a world that’s gone hard.
3. President of Healing in my family line.

You’re still leading. You’re still purposed. You’re still chosen.

1. What childhood dream have I abandoned that may still be alive in a new form?
2. What does the “soft life” look like in my current season?
3. Where have I been called to lead quietly, without applause or public acknowledgment?

Dear God,

Thank You for reminding me that purpose doesn’t expire. Even when the path looks different, Your plan is still in motion. Help me walk in divine ease, not human pressure.

Let me lead with grace, joy, and the confidence that I am exactly where You’ve placed me.Teach me to enjoy the softness You’ve called me to—not as weakness, but as a strength rooted in trust.

And when I forget who I am, remind me that You still call me masterpiece, still call me daughter, still call me chosen.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Entry 46- "IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!" (Even When It’s Not)

"IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!"

I shout this out at least twice a day- knowing very well it isn't my birthday.

I know people find it strange, maybe even a little childish. And that’s fine, because I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

You see, birthdays were (and still are) a big deal to me. Coming from a home that celebrated them, every year- no matter how big or little the celebration was- I always associated birthdays with joy, attention, hugs, cake, and a deep sense of being seen. That one day felt like the world stopped just to say, “You matter.” So now, even as an adult, I carry that childlike celebration in my spirit—and I let it spill over into every day I’m blessed to wake up.

It’s that child-likeness that keeps me grounded. It reminds me to appreciate the very little things. Like a good laugh. A warm meal. A text from a friend. Or a breeze that comes just when you need it.

Jesus Himself said in Matthew 18:3, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”

That childlike joy? It’s not immaturity. It’s worship. It’s choosing to marvel at the simple fact that you woke up and there’s still purpose in your lungs. That God hasn’t forgotten you. That you're deeply loved—no matter what the calendar says.

James 1:17 reminds us: “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights…” So yes, if I want to call today my birthday, I will. Because today is a gift. Every day is. And we don’t have to wait for candles and balloons to say thank You, God, for me.

So, the next time you hear me shout “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!” just know—I’m living out loud in gratitude. I’m choosing joy. I’m staying in awe of the daily miracles. I’m practicing childlike faith in a grown-up world.

Heavenly Father,
Thank You for the gift of life—every breath, every heartbeat, every moment.
Help me to never lose my childlike wonder.
Teach me to celebrate the ordinary and find joy in the mundane.
May I always see myself through Your eyes: treasured, celebrated, and chosen.
Let my life be a song of joy and thanksgiving.
And on the days I forget how far You’ve brought me, remind me—gently—that every day is worth shouting about.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.