Dear God,
Thank you. Thank you for being who You are. You're all that I need and more than enough.
You're patient with me when I act like a spoiled child. You're there for me when I'm stressed to the max, reminding me that this too shall pass and I don't need to be anxious. You remind me that I'm your child when I feel inferior.
You melt my heart and engrave your name upon it; covering all the scars and wounds with crimson words. Words of encouragement, purpose, love. Words that give me a reason to press on another day and fight the good fight.
I'm thankful that you hear me out when I complain, despite how petty most of the complaints are. Oh, and thanks for helping me realize how petty they actually are. Thank you for holding me tight on the nights when my burden for this world is heavy, and I'm homesick for heaven.
With everything in me, I'm so thankful that you sent your son to save me. Because of you my colorless, meaningless, mundane existence can be made radiant. I don't deserve it. Not one bit of it. But boy am I thankful. That doesn't seem like an adequate enough word for my gratitude--"Thank You"--but its all I have. So I give you my life, hopes, dreams, love, everything...and hope that I can make you proud. I hope and pray that as your daughter, you can somehow take this life and make it into something that brings you joy because you are my joy. Peace. Love. Passion. Motivation. Desire. Best friend. Absolutely everything.
I love you, Lord. Thank You for loving me first. Thank you for loving me before I gave a flying flip about You, and for loving me now that you have my heart. It's unconditional.
Thinking about You and Your mercies brings me to tears, right here in this Starbucks. It's overwhelming.
Take this life and make it whatever You need it to be.
With a heart full of gratitude,
Hannah.
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