Lord,
My feet have hit the floor, and I'm standing. Disoriented, still half-asleep, wondering what comes next, but here I am. Waiting for clarity, for purpose. But there is one thing that I know: you love me. I am a treasure to you, clay jar that I am. You hold me within your arms, watch me as I grow and stretch and reach for faithfulness, even those things that are beyond my reach. You love me as you love each of your children, and while I can never grasp just how awesome you are, you have filled my heart with a sense of purpose and I am forever grateful. May my life always be pointed to the eternal, to the reality of God among us. May all I do be one continuous praise song to you, my King eternal. I love you.
Amen.
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