I get to

Wednesday, March 16, 2016 (6:53 a.m.)

Most Holy Loving God,

Thank You. Thank You that I get to come before You simply saying, “Thank You.” I have hurts and thoughts and wonders and concerns and the list is seemingly endless. And then I get to choose to bring it all to You. In bulk.

Holy, holy God, thank You that I get to wake up singing and thinking about You alone as being holy. Yesterday it was ♫Holy is the Lamb who was slain. Holy is He who conquered the grave♫ And this morning it was the mournful, soulful ♫Hallelujah♫

Tears are my companion this morning as I consider a sadness that surrounds me. It is this mournful sadness that I get to bring to You Father. Asking You to accept it. Even to change it if You will. Otherwise do all You must in enabling and empowering me to find the joy that You would have me take from it all.

I love You Father. Thank You that I get to know You. Praise You. Love You. Thank You. Yes Father, thank You. ♫Hallelujah♫ Amen.

(186 words ~ 7:07 a.m.)