Dear Heavenly Father,
I lift up these treasures that You have entrusted to my care during this brief life. You are their Creator. You are familiar with each cell in their bodies. You are familiar with each moment of their lives. You know their strengths and weaknesses. You know they are dust.
So far You have chosen to shield them from sorrow. Their lives have marched forward full of feasting on the blessings of rich relationships, acceptance, opportunity, and resources. They have never known hunger for food or love.
But a day is coming when they will look up from the beach and see a swelling tsunami in the distance. .....
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