With a breath and a hopeful prayer

I waited for years to breathe.  I waited and waited.  I prayed.  With hope.  And the time came to pass where the breath came.  And now, with more hopeful prayers, I move on into the plan that I know was there for me before I ever took my FIRST breath.  I don't believe that I'm walking in an accident nor a place that God can't or won't find me.  Nor in a place where God can't or won't bless me.  Because He does.  Regularly.  All good things come from Him.  I can breathe.  Each day.  And with a hopeful prayer...and dozens more....I go forward. 
I am glad for where I am.  And that is the thing that angers people. 
grace to you.