April 8, 1997 – Tuesday – 9:05 a.m.

I am wonderful.

I am beautiful.

I have no idea what happened yesterday, or what will happen tomorrow.  I simply know that I am alive and loved.  I have become that which I’ve always dreamed of becoming.

Birds are singing my name.

Clouds are forming my initials.

No one sees me but Jesus and a handful of earth-grown flowers.

I have everything I will ever need.  I am content.  I know nothing except the love of God.  All else is confusing.  All else will fade away.

There is only one constant, only one absolute:  I am loved by a perfect God, and I will spend my whole life loving him back.

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