In the morning my music greets me dissolving the cloud of sleep it raises my mind to a new story. One which only experience can tell so far its only a short story but full of many twists and turns. It’s always the same plot but the hero always wins some great white steed that he rides into the sunset. It is about the love of man and the pressures of life all the things that we have seen or felt before. We all go through but we overcome in the end. I think my author has some kind of plan that I don’t know. I know that things work out for the better. It is for the love of the Father that I awake everyday just to find out what his plan is for this day. If he has ever let me down I don’t know it. That he has given and allowed me a blessed life? That he lets me overcome the pit falls that have come my way that answer is Yes. My life is full of the experiences of living. Each one has shaped me in some way or another some have brought pain some suffering. In each I have grown from the person I was before them. Can I name them no. Question is can I feel them yes, in the joy I feel when I open my eyes another day, a gift and opportunity to make right the things I messed up the day before. A day that I might meet you talk to you encourage you from the pain of my repentance. What a wonderful plan and a gorgeous way to live to think to feel knowing that I can love you for who you are. A perfectly precious thing in the eye’s of God.