GratitudeLog

Gina Bullard I am grateful to feel. Even in times of pain. I am not numb. I can speak to God, offer blessing to others, to pray for relief - and to know that God does answer prayer. My needs are taken care of. Things aren't always as "they seem". I am grateful for this, and for the kind of mind that understands this. My mind can remain open, my heart receptive... to new awakenings. I pray and wait. This is my gift to life, and to love. People have their times of suffering, I find meaning despite the suffering. It is all we have this one, lifetime. Ours is a choice what we do with it. Shall we wallow in our doubts and fears? Or shall we pick up and stand strong in or faith of things to come? My Fathers steadfast love of me guides me still, his authentic gentle spirit, his every shining beautiful tenatious spirit. Despite all that he endured on this earth, he always saw the best in people. No matter what they did, he saw the good. It was how he had to live his life from early childhood, and I didn't get it while he was alive, but I so understand now. It is unfortunate that it takes the pain of loss for my mind to be unlocked, my heart to be unfolded. I comprehend the man that he was now. His spirit lies within me, and I must carryon in who he was. It is all that I have to offer him now. The beauty of his strength. I must honor. I am so grateful for his gentleness of gift of life. His time on earth. All of the bounty of spirit that he gave to me, the time and the effort to make me who I am.