A Season of Gratitude – Me Younger Son

Greetings Dear Reader,

I was blessed to have dinner with my younger Son last night.  He lives in Georgia now so I do not see him as often as I wish.  There is a day that is as clear in my mind and hopefully will always be thus.  My younger son is five.  He is sitting in the back seat of the car and making up his own moves to a song I really like.   His smile is amazing.  His heart is soaring to the music.  His creativity is obvious as well as a predisposition to real rhythm. 

I am so thankful for my Son, Bezel.   He has a capacity to love others that is strong and powerful.  From his youth his intuitive ability to assess character and still accept people is invaluable.  I have life-long friends because he liked some people like Adam from the start. 

He never minds hard work and has some excellent visions for his future.  In a month of expressing my gratitude for things it is a joy to consider how much I love my Sons.  This man has the charm and wit to speak life to any who will have it.  I hope he one finds his wings.  The world would be better for it.

Valley of Dry Bones – Michael Card

Behold a valley filled with bones

Bones on every side

A valley vast, the floor so full

Of bones so very dry

The Lord did ask

Can these bones live?

Might these bones rise once more?

What else was I to say but

You alone can tell, O Lord

A legion now alive

A resurrected army

A living, holy host

Of a people born again

Then prophesy, O son of man

Cry out to this dead hoard

And when they come to life again

They'll know I am the Lord

And as I spoke what I was told

There came a rattling sound

As bone to bone they formed a mass

Of bodies on the ground

Your dead will come alive

Their graves will lie abandoned

And all those dwelling in the dust

Will wake and shout for joy

And then I called upon the winds

Upon these slain to breathe

At once they stood upon their feet

A mighty, vast army

A legion now alive

A resurrected army

A living, holy host

Of a people born again

Your dead will come alive

Their grave will lie abandoned

And all those dwelling in the dust

Will wake and shout for joy

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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