My cup overflows... I find words only enough to say ‘Thank You’... “Thank you” yet seems so routine... so monotonous... so ordinary. So much more that I want to express.
Only YOU, Lord, can comprehend the depth of my gratitude. There’s much I have, to be grateful for.... yet to begin, I don’t know how, I don’t know where. So for today I bring you a heart, overwhelmed, inundated and abounding in Love.
Love, in every heart you placed... but in mine was spared a greater part -enough to go round once... and ‘haps e’en twice.
The heart replete, profusion spills over, touching lives of family and friends - seeking those predominantly in need.
But ‘tis nothing this, çoz the more I give, the more I receive.. My coffers Lord, you refill...every day, in a new way..
Friends!
They arrive at various stages of life, a diverse assortment, befitting the while.
Playmates, at a point when life’s greater component holds only merry amusement; educators, when they turn into that same ingredient of mystery, unfurling on the threshold of adulthood; Partners, at creating a dent or placing a foothold in the vast expanse of opportunities; Force of strength when unexpectedly weighed and sagging . Cheerleaders at your contests whatever your sport – crowning you in the conquests, still keeping your feet from hitting ground in the downfalls.
The one who becomes a part of your life when you can’t be a part of theirs; the one who says ‘I understand’ in moments when you can express yourself best only with mumbles of in-coherence; the one who spells out for you, word for word, that which you had been grappling with to make sense of; the one who at just a glance knows what you’re asking; the one who takes time off to pray with and for you; the one who warms you in their embrace when you are cold from the wintry blast of the world outside; The one whom you can run back to shortly after a showdown of fiery barrage of words.
So precisely placed at the exact instant and site only for you, could not be any other than HIS Amazing Grace. When in your life you possess such fortunes, dear reader, consider yourself set apart.
