Ujunwa

Ujunwa

Child of abundance.

A child born “in the midst of plenty.”

Funny and sad how I didn’t like my name growing up.

Ujunwa.

Uju.

Kids made fun of me by adding a “J” in front of my shortened name, so as soon as I could, I adopted my middle name Cynthia.

“Uju” means abundance… fullness.

And yet, for so long, I lived as though I was lacking.
Always seeking.
Trying to fill the void with tactics, tools, people, performance…
Still coming up short.

I’ve let others define me,
Even those unsure of their own identity.
I’ve let culture, society, and religion tell me who I should be,

What beauty looks like,


What is acceptable,


And what is not.

But God loves me.
I am the apple of my Father’s eye.
And to think someone once made me feel strange for saying that,
and I let them.
Wild.

I’ve chased validation in all the wrong places,


From the wrong people.


But still, God…
You stayed.
Through every high and low,
You never left.

Thank You, Lord, for showing up when I was at my best

And when I was at my worst.


Thank You for the people I’ve crossed paths with at different phases of my growing up and those to come. Thank You for teaching me how to be a blessing and how to receive. Still a work in progress, but You will continue the good work You already began.

Thank You for shaping me through every chapter


For using all of it to refine me,


To bring forth Your original intent.

It’s all Yours.
Let Your will be done.
Let Your kingdom come, on earth as it is in heaven.

Thank You for yesterday (4/10/25).
You are EVERYTHING.
And I am Yours forever.

You have been in every fragment of my story.

Wow.

I am God’s beloved.
I am His daughter.
He has crowned me with beauty. He has crowned my family. For His glory!

Each year, I awaken more to Your Presence.


Thank You, Jesus.

Lord, set us free from empty routines that dull our hearts.
Help us rise.
Help us stand firm in our identity as children of the Most High,
The Creator of the Universe.
My King.

There is so much more to this life than what we have, our accomplishments,
how we look,
what we wear,
or what people think.

My identity is not just to exist.
It’s not defined by what I can accomplish.

How can we not ask…
What was God’s original intention for me? To exist at such a time as this…

I wonder…
What did You envision when You formed me?

Why these distinct features and characteristics?

How was each experience and encounter meant to add or detract from the final picture?

How can I be more like You?

Thank You Father for being faithful.

I love You, Lord.

You put the stars in the sky
Still You love the light in my eyes
And You have shown me
The greatest mercy

You are the Author of time
Still I find You right by my side
And You have known me
Like nobody

What a beautiful life it is
What a beautiful life
Your love and Your kindness, God
You've lavished on me
What a beautiful life it is
What a beautiful life
Lord, I’ll be an offering
Poured out at Your feet
What a beautiful life

Thank You, Jesus, bless Your name
Morning to evening, in pain or in healing
I'll praise You the same
Thank You, Jesus, bless Your name
Morning to evening, in pain or in healing
I'll praise You the same

You are Beginning and End
And You welcome me as a friеnd
Oh, I've been changed
Your blood made a way
Oh, I'vе been changed
Your blood made a way

With love,

Uju