Today is Friday, December 11th, 2009. My oldest son's birthday is Sunday---wow, 20 years young. I can barely remember fragments of my life at that age but I do recall the intensity of immortality and fearlessness. HA! Does maturity ever reign those two wild perceptions into submission, lol.
My life's in a transitional period right now; being laid off from my job of 3 years has a way of putting everything into upheaval. But when I reflect on my past I realize I've had many hurdles, speedbumps, and obstacles to overcome in order to thrive. I survived it all. But I've gained enough wisdom to realize in this life I must keep passing through the fires til I'm all that I should be. (P.S. Thank you God for this fireproof armor you've given me. It's tough as nails and I've yet to learn all its toots and whistles! I'm at your command, though, whenever you're ready, er, you think I'm ready, to grasp the next step).
Faith is a gift from God. I can't manufacture it, duplicate it, or otherwise author it. I thank Him sooooooo much for this special favor. I truly cannot imagine my life ---with all its failures, triumphs, disasters and achievements--- without faith in God and knowing that I am secure in His Hands. In His Might. I am. Secure. Through thick. Through thin. In the midst of turmoil and on the outskirts of calamity He orders peace. Be still. And it is. As He commands.
No matter what befalls you, what oppresses you, what threatens you, or what overwhelms you, He will not be defeated. Rest in that. Fasten tightly your armor of faith and STAND. Watch in awe the mountains that move, the obstacles that disappear, and the blazoned path before you.
And always always maintain a spirit of thankfulness. In all things.
Son, as your special day approaches, I want to bestow upon you all the hopes, dreams, and prayers of every good thing that I've ever wanted for you. Take my gift, tuck it away in your heart and be still. He is working a good work in you and nothing on this earth could ever be more dynamic, more consequential, or more signifcant than that.
I love you.
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