My Lord,

It's Saturday and I am grateful.  This morning on the way to work your spirit spoke to me as it always does.  I laugh and say to myself that if I could loose weight from tears and laughter alone, I'd disappear.

I was listening to one of many songs that spoke to my spirit.  I think about you and all that you've done for me.  The way you've taken me into your hands, molded and recreated me.  You are doing things that are truly out of my hands and outside my comfort zone. 

I am praying and embracing moment-by-moment.  Not to say that there is a complete absence of fear.  That would not be truthful.  I know that faith and fear cannot coexist, but you Father, know me better than anyone ever could or will.  You know what calms me and what brings me anxiety.  Just having you near me in those moments, brings me peace.  Sure there are times when I fret and go outside your will, but ultimately, you and I have come too far for me to stray completely away.  Your loving, gentle hand pulls me back and in you protective wings I find refuge.

I pray with every fiber in my body that I will always feel this way.  I cannot imagine anything that can shake my faith in you and as I type this, you know that together, you and I stand on solid ground.  After all, you planned all my days before one of them ever came to be and you know the ultimate outcome. 

All the love I gave away in the past has prepared me for the love, this love that I give to you so freely from a place deep within.  A place that you've awaken and set aside for you and you alone.

Eternally yours