My Lord,

It's morning and I thank you. Oddly enough, I stayed up way past my curfew last night. With pen in hand, I wrote poetry while singing songs in my heart. Some say that we cannot do more than one thing at a time and give it our full attention, but I know with certainty that I can quietly praise you and arrange stanzas till dawn. Speaking of dawn, your sun-gift was absolutely breath taking.

The pink and lavender filled sky greeted my not fully awakened eyes as the birds danced in the air. I praise you and love you for the ability to see. My heart truly goes out to the soul that has never seen your gift of morning. But then again, I once heard a blind man say that those with the gift of sight are quick to judge. And I must admit that oftentimes, I am guilty of that.

Last night in bible study, I wept quietly as the video played and Beth Moore asked us to search for our hidden sins. To not give Satan his all time joy of accusing us. It's truly his life's mission. To take our past and our thoughts and to twist them around in our heads in such a way that we question our Salvation. Causing us to doubt your gift of redemption. At the cross, the place where brutality and blood took on a whole new meaning.

As you sacrificed the ultimate gift of taking on MY sins and my shame, how can I possibly allow the Prince of Darkness reign over my life? You said, "It is finished." You have the last word and there is no condemnation in Christ Jesus. Pause - deep breath...grateful, humble me.

Eternally yours