You have made me fearfully and wonderfully. It is in You where my true origins lie. I have so many things to say and give thanks to You. Sometimes I feel the fear and anger swell up in me and know that in a split second I have to choose to fly instead of momentarily die.

And should the choice of death consume me for a whole damn day, it is out of death you have already carried me away.
Not even the worst thought can shake me. For the Star Breather dwells within me. And it is not only stars that were breathed. What a glorious Day He has made!

You are the Giver. And gave You have given but not freely, at least not freely to Thee. It was surely a dear price to pay when I think of my choice of death again momentarily. From now on I will let choice decide if I win the day. But should I choose incorrectly again then Grace already saw that someday.

Thank You. Thank You. Thank You. My Friend. My Brother. I have no sin because You had it all. And it is because of this that I want to sin no more.