I lift my hands up to the heavens, my heart soaring within me. How is it that you my savior, who knows my innermost being and sees the sin that plagues me, would call me your child? How is it that you would pour out your heart to heal a people who are so prone to wander from your presence? Thank you. Thank you for having patience with me, and with those I love. Thank you for giving us gifts, and then giving us joy when we see the fruit of those gifts put to good use. Thank you for giving us each other, to compliment, strengthen, encourage and build up. Thank you for music, for color, for touch, sound, sight and smell. Thank you for caring about the un-cared for, choosing the unworthy, loving the unlovable, saving the un-salvageable, softening the hard-hearted, strengthening the weak, healing the broken heart, and giving meaning to the one without hope. Thank you for knowing the unknown in me, and for becoming the lowest, so that we may be lifted up to spend eternity with the Highest.
Thank you for loving us.