Who What And Why You Are To Me

I awake overwhelmed with gratitude. My tears flowed as I prayed. In this very moment God inspires me to write. He spared my Son's life yesterday. May 31 2023, 10:25 pm to be exact. Thank You Father!

I don't know what I'm feeling. The sensation in my throat, and the quivering in my belly are unexplainable. My tears flow like a waterfall.

I'm so glad you know my heart God. Please explain it to me. Gratitude, gratefulness, awareness, eye opening, humility. Yeah, that's it God, all of the above. Lord, I'm absolutely good for nothing without Your Grace. Wait a minute, let me catch my breath before I proceed.

Ok, I'm back. Rocking side to side. Searching my mind for words to comprehend what's going on inside me, but words fail me. The only words released are "Thank You Lord, Hallelujah, Thank You Lord, Hallelujah, Thank You Lord Hallelujah." I don't stop praising You. I'm really at a loss for words. There are no words to express Who What And Why You Are To Me. Lord help me to become the ready writer. I struggle to speak profound words, because non measure up. Perhaps if I put pen to paper I'll more able articulate all that I feel about You.

I love the way You love me Father. You give natural love a bad look, but compared to You, everything looks bad. Wow! I just this second seen a comparison between You, me and man, uhm... yuck. That's all I got to say about that.

I'm prompted to come before You completely empty.

I see what humility looks like. In this very moment, I picture lowliness. I see me never getting up from my knees. I see my heart always feeling... what is my heart feeling God? Help me find a word to describe it. I feel my throat always swelled with cry. I see my body being limber. I feel all that I see and I see all that I feel. I am as weak as You are strong. That's what I see and that's what I feel. In this moment, I see that I'm not incompetent, when it comes to trying to give an accurate description of You. There is no description that can accurately display Your Granture. No matter the effort. As I write, I understand exactly why. If I could paint a picture on canvas, or if I could write a scale, it still wouldn't tell of Your Majesty.

At this second, I'm beginning to feel better about my lack of imagination to illustrate an accurate visual of You. No such thing is possible, but I still wanna find a way to atleast, give some insight about Who What And Why You Are To Me. Open up our minds Lord, and endow are imaginations with illustrations and captivations. Although we may never be expressive with our words, I'm grateful that our hearts, our minds, our souls, and our spirits ecompasses the fullness of the reality, of You and You alone. This reality keeps us in awe.

We live in a state of expectation. Like the little children bobbing up and down with anticipation of whatever good thing is about to be given to them. With gratitude and appreciation, without comparison to what the other little boys or little girls have. That thankfulness, that gives no concern about what is going on around them, nor who is around them receiving. Being so excited to explore their gifts.

Anxious to show it off to their friends, and their friends anxious to show theirs off as well. Being happy for their friends, but not wanting what their friends has because they excitedly engage in operating in their very own gifts. Bubbling over with happiness of the gifts they have received. Now all the children are joyfully, holding on to their gifts with dear life. Nothing else matters to them. None of their friends gifts are distracting them. What each child has received, it's more than enough to keep them busying themselves with what is in their hands. That's what one blessing from You does for us, and so much more. Thank You Lord for my child.