Holy God, the one who is set apart and above all,
I write my thanks to you. I write my thanks because that's what seems fitting. I can't believe the chaos that comes when I neglect that faithful, steady, little work. Ungratefulness just seeps in like an unwanted dieses rotting my soul. I desperately need an IV of joy.
Because....
Because it's only your grace that takes plain paper and turns it into origami cranes.
Because only your grace takes life from bearable to beautiful.
Quiet my insides.
Still my inmost being.
For it is you that I seek.
It is you that we seek,
and you only.
We seek the Lord our God.
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