God has blessed me with the greatest gifts; butterflies’ orange and gold wings fluttering along yellow rose petals against sun dappled days.
Late afternoons, warm breezes refreshing me, reviving me.
God has blessed me with love, with memories like precious jewels that sparkle and remind me of endless October days that God in His Grace has given me one more day.
Another hour, another chance to see the sun rise, split the orange and lavender sky.
God has remembered me with millions of miracles that my human eyes have been unable to see.
He has filled this frail vessel with breath, blood, passion, and a soul that hungers, yearns, fails, succeeds, doubts, believes.
God has laid his hand upon me, called me out of the multitudes, called me back to Him.
He has loved me,
even when I turned and ran from Him.
He has gathered me to Himself like I am a wounded child.
He has known my sorrows. He has seen my darkest hours and He has shone a candle in the shadows.
He has lifted me up and He has restored me. He has loved me; he has forgiven me.
He has given me one more day to get it right, to enjoy the sunlight peeking through the trees.
God has loved me; he has been good to me.
He is my God; God of all eternity.
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