Pieces of Himself

Today, the darkness that I have allowed to follow me about lifted just enough for the light to shine and show me something I was refusing to see and therefore failed to appreciate.
I thank God often for "my friends and family," but I realised just recently how like a gift each of them is. In this my time of frustration and confusion, they have been the ones to keep a smile plastered on my face longer than it otherwise would have been if at all.
Each one in their own little way has made me feel loved, appreciated and cared about.
Some I've known hardly a week and others a lifetime, and finally I see the beauty in all these gifts God has given to me: Pieces of Himself.

For every tear you kept from running down my cheek
For every smile you replaced a frown with
For every time you held my hand or simply held me
For every day you continue to seek my company
For every time you've been there for me in whatever capacity
In my small little way I just want to say: Thank you.
Truly, thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

"Since I have no gold to give,
And love alone must make amends,
My daily prayer is while I live—
'God, make me worthy of my friends.'”

—Sherman (Daily Bread, July 28, 09)