Wednesday, December 11, 2013 (5:54
a.m.)
Holy Father God,
I love You. I'm shut away in a small
room with the light on so as not to disturb those in our household.
(6:24 a.m.)
Even as I formed that thought, I
considered the despair of being locked away. Unable to see the rising
or setting of the sun each day.
Father, thank You for bringing me out
of that room. Into Your Light. Glorious. Colorful.
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