An Open Letter To A Son

Dear Richard and Selpher,

Today is Good Friday. I gave the eye bank staff the day off today. I am at home too. I have been sitting here at my computer reflecting on different people the Lord has brought in and out of my life. I rejoice and give the Lord thanks for bringing the Wasike family into my life. Each one of you are so precious to me. I still marvel at the supernatural manner in which the Lord put our families together. I pray that we will walk together the rest of our time in this life and on into eternity.

Although your skin is black, mine is pale white; your eyes a dark brown, mine are pale blue; your hair is black, mine is white; you speak a language I do not understand and live in a country almost a world away; your life is struggle from proverty, my life is struggle from prosperity; we are the same, the same Abba; the same Savior Jesus, the same agape' in our hearts, the same hopes and dreams for our family; the same blood runs through our veins... the life giving blood of Jesus.

All the aforementioned is not natural, it is supernatural, it is a phenomenom, it is impossible with man, but as with all things it is possible with God. This renders me speechless, except for Thank you, Father, Lord God Almighty, The Alpha and Omega, The Benginning and The End, The Soon Coming King, The Rose of Sharon, The Bright and Morning Star, The Everlasting Father, The Auther and Finisher of my Faith, The Lamb of God, The Sacrificial Lamb, The God of Abraham, The Lion of Judah, Prince of Peace, Lord of Lords, The God Who Delivers Me, Balm of Gilead, King of Kings, Lord God my Provider, my Healer, my Banner, my Peace, my All-In-All, my Savior, my Preist, my Friend, my Fortress, my Defender, my Strong Tower... Halleluliah and Amen.

Bless you all this Easter. Love, Mum