In the morning when I wake, I lift my hands to praise and greet the Father, Jesus, and Holy Spirit.
I smile and laugh at the same time as my eyes are stinging with tears at the thought, that I am a crown of beauty in His hands.
He has clothed me in His robe of righteousness and adorned my lips with praise for Him.
I am loved and clothed by Him who created the universe and decorated the night skies with stars and who dresses the fields with flowers!
How perfectly amazing is He!
(shred of my journal)
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