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He Is There
Every morning when I wake up from a nightmare,
is when I feel more grateful than ever
about how blessed I am.
And it’s when I am more than sure,
God indeed cares for us,
much more than we could ever imagine.
He is there in the first beam of sunlight that came through my curtains;
He is there among the pleasant chirps of birds in early summer;
He is there in the fresh smell of dirt after a night of heavy rain.
I take a deep breath and embrace the world with my open arms,
and I feel God’s hug.
Every evening when I’m in my prayers,
I talk to God,
about my anxiety and fear
that I my grades might drop after a quiz
or that I might lose the ones I love someday.
I close my eyes and breathe deeply again,
I tell myself that He’ll answer in his unique way —
silent but strong.
I then open my eyes
that He is there listening carefully
in the sweet smell of freshly baked cookies,
and in the flames burning vibrantly in the fireplace on a snowy winter evening.
My chaotic heart is finally able to calm
in God’s guaranteed love.