Father,
I thank thee for those I love. I am grateful for the raucous that we make with each grand idea we discover. And how I appreciate cell phones, internet, and all that was once considered impossible so that I might hear the echos of distant adventures. Father, I am grateful for those I share clothes with, who help me style my hair, and tell me I look beautiful as I prepare for a date. And the way we leap in excitement upon seeing each other at the end of the day. I thank thee that through them I might feel your love for me.
Father, I thank thee for the midnight discussions, curled on the couch and unable to sleep for the tragedies that have befallen. I thank thee for the opportunities thou hast given me to dry damp cheeks and sit with another till watery eyes become clear again. I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the trust thou hast in me, that I might be one who helps another. And for the chance I have to pray for them, to suffer with them, to cry on their behalf. More than anything, I am grateful that I might be the one by which others feel thy love for them.
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