I have loved and I have lost, but no loss has ever compared to the power of the love you have given me.
You have given me life. You didn’t give birth to me (thanks Mom… my head was big… blah blah blah), but you have birthed me into this flawed beautiful creature. Neither perfect nor a failure, neither my best or my worst. You accept me as is, while giving me space and place to grow. I am better because of your presence.
You awaken me each morning with the promise of more.
You feed me morsels of joy. You play sounds of musical mastery in my ears. You display aesthetics before mine eyes, often too beautiful to bare. My skin gets sweaty from your warmth and goosebumps from your chill. I can smell goodness wafting in the air when you take over the room… a sweet and spicy blend of black pepper, peony, and oud. I am overjoyed by your sensory experience.
…support me like a harness.
…protect me like a shining knight.
…forgive me for my debts.
…give me grace when I’m impossible.
…and let me know I’m possible.
You let me soar to the highest heights by giving me assurance that I won’t free fall!
You let me dream my biggest dreams, because you are there to help them into fruition.
You let me shine bright like a star you placed in the heavens just for me.
You let me love because you loved me when I was most unloveable.
Dear God, it’s me, Karyn.