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Dear Blessed Lord Jesus, good morning. I love You, thank You, praise You and give You all the honor and glory for this new day to breathe Your love of life. This fly is going around my head , like get up and chase me with the fly swatter. He He. Maybe later. Thank You, that You gave, Your will, Your power. I praise You for never giving up on me. I thank You for this powerful mind that can heal the body. Thank You, that You go with me, to teach me peace, union and unity. When all of us children learn this, it will be accomplished by all. How else could it be perfectly accomplished by all?  But, by a perfect Father.  {We proclaim Him, admonishing and teaching everyone with all wisdom, so that we may present everyone perfect in Christ. Colossians 1:28} Father God, a sister or brother who stands beside me still seems to be a stranger. I do not know her or him, and my interpretation of her or him is very irate. I attack her or him still, to keep what seems to be myself unharmed. In her or his hands is my salvation. Gift of freedom is the choice  to make hand and hand of forgiveness. This is my free choice to forgive over being irate. Just saying.  I am believing, healing, blessings and Your mighty power of miracles in all lives.  I thank You, praise You and give You the glory in Jesus Precious Name. Amen.