I have been reflecting on your presence and your thoughtfulness throughout all generations but to say you have forgotten me, to think you have overlooked this most least of your servants would be to say the sun is not bright or the earth does not host new plants and trees. Oh my Father, how great and awesome is your desire to lavish love and good gifts.
My Father I say thank you over and over because I cannot write tears of thanks and appreciation. How can I spell the dampness they make on the paper and the ink runs as they soften the paper. My Father, that you have not ignored your child or set me on a shelf of useless relecs but you have positioned me so that you look upon me every free moment and you think to build me more into the likeness of your beautiful son, Jesus.
By now my paper is damp with tears and I still do not know how to write them but if I could I would present them as gift in honor of your majesty and grace, kindness and mercy.
Forever my pen will attempt to write the treasures in my heart for you. I love you my good good Father, amen.
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