A Season of Gratitude – Me Daughter Christmas
Greetings Dear Reader,
When I think of my Daughter I think of eternal perseverance. She constantly overcomes challenges that
would like me cause me to give up. She
works hard at a difficult job. She is
respected for her work there and valued by her employers. She kind and compassionate to those in need.
When determines to accomplish something, she finds a
way. I watched master a paddle board in
an afternoon on a choppy ocean. I have
seen hear tackle new art forms brilliantly.
She is an amazing artist with great creativity.
Her love for others extends to every area of her life. Watching her grow in her love for Christ is heart
healing. In a season of gratitude I am
so thankful for my Daughter.
In Christ
Alone – Stuart Townend
In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand
In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
'Til on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live
There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand
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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