Sometimes the story unwritten always remake a true tribute all your life when this day you cannot forget tells us that the voice your heart gives you the drive to work ahead and change the challenges as an ordinary experience will be joining you all your life for the longest day ever lived in history. What I may add to this day is a delighted experience I may belong for the gift I may contribute as my offering before the great love from our supreme foundation, really ? I have always thought the time we will once again remake the experience and God who will ask me what I have experienced in our remarkable journey may humbly ask us, when ? There are branches on this tree and every leaf itself has the same composition of a inoperable texture. Sometimes they wrinkle without clinical nutrition and again become so convenient to raise above the wind. Who will make this crossroad in the middle of our temperate climate when the living Earth can only offer a time to fill its available bowl on within limits ? Our story still continues and joining you all your life for this commitment just tells us, when do we count every steps without evaluating claims ? And who can sustain our world without healing this bowl with kindness before our King.
Once three wise men spoke of the longest trials on the Living Earth as a passage of new gifts before the next generation. Very little still we know what they meant. Yet they had us one good news within. Even now as I write down this gratitude of our creation, the greatness speak of the God who never under estimated the doubts as the merits of a new adventure born to win on this Earth. The question here is the need why we bring this much of love for others as a simple gesture to live and let live the simplicity of a heart. May be the divinity we offer to God ask you and me to bring those days into reality. Let us commit what we ever will be very end to witness when will never go out of a score, I call as yes, may you know still you own this offering for all here.
Just check the notebook of the trials we leave through time. Their remembrance still giveaway lots of interpretations. Every morning newspaper still tell us the same story we may contribute here. When you know there is a harvest you are demanded every day and how you perform contributes your upbringing here, may you not forget, these days still call us, for all the moment we thank God, let us unite to remake the gift of the sacrifices life is so made in the roles we play as a game of gestures on the Living Earth. For the days don't end without a comeback, our supreme remains still have a lot more than few moments that can be better than the best. This precious count is our journey ahead.
A simple gesture in my days so made is the gift I can offer you. May God Bless You and Your Loved Ones. Thanks.