Father, I know little here. Knowledge is of you. Preserved in that sacred place where all is saved in tact for your Son. With Your grace I will come to know Your gifts, what You have always wanted for us. Nothing has changed. You wait for me to find and accept the plan that is Yours for this sad world. How empty I feel when I stray into my chosen frailty. But I think You want me to be where I am to unlearn what keeps me from You: nothing but my decision to play a child’s game, thinking I’m lacking something. What can be so difficult to accept what is mine as You have so freely given? Today I will give up the idea I can make the false true, the hell I make real, the thought there is a life apart from You. 

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