When they said I wouldn’t move on, when they whispered I couldn’t do better, when they laughed at the idea of me thriving, I hope You took notes. Because now? I’m asking You to make my glow-up undeniable.
Let every picture shine brighter. Let every accomplishment scream louder. Let my peace and progress be a sermon they can’t ignore. And when they finally realize what they lost, let it hit them in the chest like a hymn they can’t get out of their head.
I don’t need them back, Lord. I just need them to regret letting me go.
Final Word: Let my glow-up be the gospel they can’t unhear.
Disclaimer: This is satire, not scripture. Don’t confuse prayer for pettiness with prophecy.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	 
																	