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Today is a Gift That is Why It's Called The Present

I'm feeling totally blessed in my life. God has done so much for me. I can't believe I ran from Him for so long. I feel the wonder and surprise that I used to as a kid, when the seasons would change. I realize it might sound a little strange, but God is truly awesome. When I was growing up, when autumn came around my mom used to take me up to Oak Glen and just let my play beneath the oak trees in the leaves to my little hearts content and I would ask why the leaves would change and she told me that God made it like that so I could play in the leaves. Like it was a gift just for me. I would just laugh and giggle enjoying my childhood. And I have that joy again. Like the gentle hand of my creator, is just letting me play to my hearts content with His present that He gave to me. And when I think about it, little tears of joy fall. God has shown me what true love is. When I think about the word "present", it is a gift. Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is unknown, today is a gift that is why it's called the present.

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