No one is undeserving, no, not one . . .
Be intentional . . .
Oh, I lifted my voice and prayed even louder. I was thankful about many more things, that the issues that brought me before my Father in the first place began to pale in comparison to the ones I was now grateful for.
Happy Birthday Dad . . .
Smile . . .
Merry Christmas, dear readers . . .
I found myself singing this song over and over since I got out of bed this morning, so I took out the time to look at the lyrics and it shook me; the chorus, especially.