To My Designer of Life

Father God, oh Creator of this world, you sprinkled glitter on the universe to make stars. Then you saw that it was good and decided to add a twinkle in my eye! Magic flows out from your finger tips! You spilled paint onto the earth from the brush of your fingers. Green droplets splattered on the grass. Brown landed on logs and dirt. Blue tears of paint were blown into the ocean. You looked down and saw that color was good and decided to display it in my eyes and hair! Oh Mr. Magician how do you do it??!! I am confounded by your skill! You pull a white rabbit not from a hat but from thin air!
Your voice- it has power. All creation listens to hear your firm and resounding voice! And yet, it drips of love. Like the wind that stirs the trees you speak to me in a gentle whisper. You cradle my delicate framework, affirming your love for me. Your linked your fingers with mine to teach me to walk, and later teach me to dance. You gave me the moon. I fix my gaze on it and see your smile.

Designer of the Stars- I want you to know that your creation, Megan Joy, loves you! She is glad to dance. She loves listening to your wise words. She loves saying good morning to you as she walks to class. She will let you write all the chapters of her life, for You are the greatest Author of all time!