18 November 2016

A Season of Gratitude – My Eldest Son

Greetings Dear Reader,

I was privileged to have dinner with my eldest Son last evening.   He is a good man and a good father.   He has deep compassion and strong convictions.  I do not get to have the amount of leisure time I would with him but when it is available I find great joy in it.

When I see him interact with others I learn from him.  Even his vocation is one of caring for people in need.   His aunt refers to him as “the best of all of us.” I am so very thankful for him.

I pray that he leans to see the beauty in his spirit.  I hope that he finds the joy he deserves in life.  More than anything I wish for him to know how deeply he is loved.

The Sunrise of Your Smile – Michael Card

Reject the worldly lie that says,
That life lies always up ahead,
Let power go before control
Becomes a crust around your soul,
Escape the hunger to possess,
And soul-diminishing success,
This world is full of narrow lives,
I pray by grace your smile survives.

For I would wander weary miles,
Would welcome ridicule, my child,
To simply see the sunrise of your smile,
To see the light behind your eyes,
The happy thought that makes you fly,
Yes, I would wander weary miles,
To simply see the sunrise of your smile.

Now close your eyes so you can see,
Your own unfinished memories,
Now open them, for time is brief,
And you'll be blessed beyond belief,
Now glance above you at the sky,
There's beauty there to blind the eye,
I ask all this then wait awhile,
To see the dawning of you smile

I would wander weary miles,
Would welcome ridicule, my child,
To simply see the sunrise of your smile,
To see the light behind your eyes,
The happy thought that makes you fly,
Yes, I would wander weary miles,
To simply see the sunrise of your smile.

For I would wander weary miles,
I would wander weary miles
If I could see the sunrise of your smile.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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