Journal Post Dated January 03, 2006
Place: Starbucks
Lunchtime

Once my love gave me a package gift – a cuddly bear,
a fun mug and a box of chocolates
Oh how I love the gift!!!
Cuddling, embracing or simply staring at them
I can’t seem to get enough of them.

Why do I love this gift? Why am I so fond of it?
Why do I cherish it like no other?
Then my mind gots back to my love!
You are Yahweh’s Gift to me …

In the middle of life’s struggle, loneliness and stress,
Yahweh gave you to me be an inspiration.
… to behold his creation and yes, to love like me like princess.
Alas, I was so engrossed with the gift that I forgot the Giver.

Behind every gift is the Giver.
Dear Father Yahweh, You are the Giver and Provider of life and all that I am.
If there’s someone who deserves the most glory and praise
it is you Father Yahweh – The giver of Gift.