You.
You know who you are… you know why I’m saying this. Because of your love and support - the little hearts left behind, the opening of an email at all odd hours, the comment left in passing -
you have no idea what an impact you’ve made on my life. You changed the course of my history. Your words means something. Your time is precious. Your gifts are dear. Never was there a day when I wondered if writing was worth it, because you were there to encourage me. The evidence of your being, the fingerprints of your presence, through the glass darkly...
someday, we will meet face to face. The moment will come, when we will know each other as we are known to God, the reality of who we are beyond this mortal shell. But for now, in the moment, I want you to know:
You are the reason I am still here - and I thank God for you.