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#3 "Equip"

A yawn escaped her lips as she crawled out of bed.

The wind rustled against her window sill as she squinted her irises, making her way to her knees. With her hands clasped and eyes closed she thanked God for waking her up to see another day before she tiptoed out of her bedroom.

The light from the bulb in the kitchen was like the light at the end of the tunnel. Brightening the dreary Monday morning.

Her finger pressed the black knob on the kettle as her fingers retrieved a Lipton tea bag from the translucent jar.

Silently she hummed, your presence is Heaven as her fingers circled around the handle of the kettle and the water fell into the translucent mug. The steam from the cup like mist against her pecan cheeks.

Her feet led her back to baby pink painted room, her orbs scanning the mahogany shelf standing against the wall. Her fingers clung to the grey hard covered book that had become her favorite story book over the last couple of years.

Turning each page slowly, she landed on Jeremiah and began her morning devotion, writing nuggets at the corner of what she had learnt today. Reflecting on her day yesterday and just letting it all out.

One thing she'd uncovered about herself was that, bottling up her emotions was second nature to her. Letting it all out, was a task, one each day she was still learning to become accustomed to.

Journaling had become her saving grace because as a child her mind always told her that she only had her pen and her piece of paper in this world. Until writing became the one thing she held dear to her when she couldn't speak. When she felt like she didn't have a voice in her home or even a voice in this world. She found her voice between the lines of doubled lined books.

Even though she knew now, she could talk to her family and friends. That they would be there for her. She'd rather talk to God and herself first every morning. The peace it brought her just by journaling and telling Him about her life before it actually began gave her the strength to get through her day.

So as she pressed the mug against her lips, allowing the warm liquid to sooth her throat and speak to her dry bones, waking them up. She was thankful for life. That she wasn't one of the thousands of people in the world that didn't wake up this morning. Thankful that God still had a plan for her.

The sun greeted her, its rays kissing her skin as her father's pet birds began to sing their morning special.

The sound of gospel music flowed through the house causing the sides of Kait's lips to rise as she heard the melodious tunes being sung.

Returning her books to their rightful place, she got out of bed once more and worked out for an half an hour.

It was a morning routine she had grown accustomed to. It had her happy, it had her smiling even when the storms came, or life hit her hard. When she kept to her routine, she felt like she could conquer the world.

A world at one point she felt like she didn't know how she fit into it.

A sigh escaped her lips as she wiped the sweat droplets from her forehead, her fingers wrapped around the white cotton fabric and empty mug. Her feet leading her outside of her room.

"Good morning mummy."

She sang as she placed a kiss on the woman's peanut butter cheek.

"Good morning."

The response came as Kait made her way to the bathroom. Stepping inside she allowed the droplets to beat against her skin as her lids closed.

At twenty three she was proud to admit that she still lived with her parents. They weren't the richest of them all. Cedar wood and bricks was the mixture used the craft the home they occupied.