COME WHAT MAY.

The best part of my day today was church service.

I almost missed it, but I still went, even though I was late. And honestly, I was so giddy and excited the whole time. There was just something about being in church that made my stressful day feel lighter, like the weight on my chest reduced, even if it was just for a while.

After service, it was already late. I knew I should have gotten home earlier because I still had things to do. But as I got closer to the house, I started dreading the usual talk, the shouting, the lecture, all of it. I was already rehearsing what I would say in my head.

But to my surprise, nothing happened.

It was as though I didn’t just walk into the house after my curfew. No raised voice, no “where are you coming from?”, nothing. I was shocked. 

You know that moment when you’re already sure you’re in trouble, so you just give up and tell yourself, “come what may”? Then you finally face it, and the punishment doesn’t come the way you expected. That was exactly what I experienced.

For the first time, I came home late and received no lecture. I don’t understand it, but I’m grateful.

And it made me realize something.

Most times, the consequences we fear in our heads are heavier than the consequences that actually meet us in real life. Sometimes we torture ourselves with anxiety, imagine the worst, panic, and prepare for disgrace only for reality to be softer than we expected.

It’s like those moments when you’ve done something wrong and before the older ones come, you’re already cooking up a solid lie to save yourself. You’re even arranging tears if necessary. Then to your surprise, they don’t even ask you anything.

It always feels grand.

Dearest reader, maybe today is a reminder that not everything you fear will happen the way you picture it. Sometimes, grace meets you at the door before trouble does. Sometimes, “come what may” doesn’t come bad.

@favvy_Okwans🖤.