Born Into Dependence, Again.

“Ooohh, the last born…”
You know the tone people say it with. It's soft, playful and almost like your whole life is already explained.

And for a long time, I accepted that. But because I was home this Easter weekend, I’ve been thinking…

Being the last of five didn’t just mean I was loved differently. It meant I was formed differently.

Formed in a world where: help was near, guidance was available, and someone was always there - not just with me, but for me. And that shapes you. More than you realise.

For a long time, I thought my struggle was about habits… or personality…or “just the way I am.” But I see it differently now. The problem was never that I depended - it was what and how I depended on.

That changes everything. Because now it’s not about becoming independent. It’s about becoming rightly dependent.

Read more here: https://www.omosa.co.za/born-into-dependence-again/

One, Perfect Love.