Just me Saying Thank You.

In my heart is a body of thanksgivings, a sea of hope, and an immersive picture of grace. I have not only experienced these, I have touched God's love in places where words are crippling to voice.

I ponder on how much it must have cost God to believe I am worth all of these, not minding my lapses in prayers and more. I am continuously dumbfounded at how He chisels me through and through into a better soul.

He's given me the power to look back at my darkened days and how much light I now possess. A little story about this will bleed through how God showed up for me in ordinary fashion to cause extraordinary realities.

No flattery, I have seen the hand of God, the one that turns zeroes into heroes. These hands did not only hold me; they have guided me through the ravaging waves. I am able to picture what love is by seeing things through God's eyes.

Oh, all I have found is grace - the purest of it all. He has blessed me with an army of encouragers, comforters, intercessors, guides, and lovers of the Father's desires. He gave me a family that transcends blood ties; a compass of care, a thoughtful circle, a helpful clique, and an inspiring circle. I am never displaced by their love but each day expands my deposit of gratitude on why they found a home in a body like mine.

Friends, family, and all that daily stick it out to beautify my story are superheroes: they are ciders of my Lebanon. Please God, help me to love these ones better than the days, weeks, months, and years I lost or slagged in reaching out to them. Fortify my zeal to daily imprint prayers, care, love, and more on these ones who today have become an interlink to my emerging narrative.

If only you read this to this point or you stopped halfway, I must say you have done more than words can capture. Thank you so much for being a blessing to me all the way. I am grateful and thank you.

Just me,
Damilink.