Thank You for allowing me to return to You on my own accord. Since I was five– that time when You held me for a brief while, I wondered if You were real . . . if the scene that played over in my mind was true and was not in fact some traumatic mirage. It took me 40 years Lord . . .and surely there were reasons; some of which I can imagine . . .others I’ll never. You, knowing all that was right and good for me, never intervened to the level of force. You offered signs and smack downs, but never an ultimatum. Thank you for allowing me to love You on my own accord. It means more to me to have found You though it all. It is well. It is well.