My sight pictures an old piece of paper where black ink writes “gratitude.” Gratitude for the gift to be alive. Gratitude to welcome life.
Each year, God amazes me the more. His love has touched my soul and framed joy with hope. Hope for the things to come and joy for a life of freedom. Freedom in what my eyes have witnessed, freedom in the smiles I love, and freedom in the deepest of my heart.
What are my struggles, or my sorrows? I don’t see them. I never faced or will face them alone. God, our heavenly father, fought and will continue to fight our battles. There I stand in awe, and perhaps in my weakness I will doubt, and even then as He says “for I know that you have little faith, yet have not denied my name” “He will not suffer me to be tempted beyond that which I am not able to bear, but with the temptation will also make a way to escape, that I may be able to bear it.” “For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth.”
I’ll make a wish and blow candles to celebrate that which God has allowed me to live for the past 31 years. It is truly a miracle to be alive. Thank God for you, for your mind and heart, and for that which you have yet to live. Love in the very person of Christ. “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”
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