Dear Heavenly Father,
Sometimes, you don't seem so real to me.
Sometimes.
Sometimes, life sits like a rock in my belly.
Sometimes.
Sometimes, fear overrides faith and the future looks blah.
Sometimes.
But that is no way to live.
My heart wasn't created for fear, or for rocks, or for fiction.
So I will come to your gates with Thanksgiving.
Even when I can't see you, I will praise your name.
God of the universe, who loved me enough to allow me to taste your burden
To see how love feels when swallowed whole.
Father God, I praise your name,
God, I praise your name.
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