The Transforming Nature of Stories

People’s stories have always drawn me in. When I was young I loved reading people’s biographies more than anything. When I was ten, I remember reading about Jim Thorpe,  Amelia Earhart, Harriet Tubman, Florence Nightingale, and George Washington Carver.  Each of their stories left an imprint on me. They were fascinating people who made a difference in the world.

When I was a teenager  I read about missionaries Hudson Taylor and Jim Elliot who had a tremendous love of God and of people and who impacted the world in such significant ways.. Their stories touched me deeply. Through their stories, and others’ like them, I felt called to ministry even at the age of thirteen.

A few years later  I read about the three Catholic sisters and one lay church woman, who felt called to live and minister in El Salvador, during a time when there was escalating violence and oppression against the country’s citizens. They went anyway to stand alongside and care for those who were suffering. Dorothy Kazel, Maura Clarke, Ita Ford and Jean Donovan were martyred, and yet their lives continue to speak. And recently designated Saint, Archbishop Oscar Romero, for choosing to walk with the poor and oppressed was also martyred. He knew to choose to walk alongside and advocate for the suffering, that it would cost him, and it did. However, hearing their stories he couldn’t do otherwise. He was changed by the stories he heard.

My first years in ministry I heard the personal stories of refugees, who had to flee their countries because of persecution against them. I resisted hearing at first, because I knew their stories would draw me in,change me and could cost me something. However, when I heard the stories of their suffering and struggle, it changed me forever. How could they not? God was with them, and beckoned me to walk alongside them too.

There have been so many stories from books I have read, to people I have walked alongside. The stories have reached my heart and transformed me.  To hear another’s story can be messy and cost us something. However, we are called to hear one another, and when we really do, it changes us. God calls us to hear, and in hearing, to walk alongside. Who are we resisting to hear, to really hear, underneath our differences? What are we clinging to that impedes our way? Following God is not easy. The way is, hard. However, we do not walk alone. He walks right beside us and the people whose stories He wants us to hear.

I am reminded that it isn’t just individual stories we are listening to, rather they are part of God’s bigger story.  I want to be faithful to God’s bigger story of which these individual stories comprise. Archbishop Oscar Romero and those Catholic sister and lay woman were able to listen to the stories of the people because they were being faithful to God’s bigger story for them and the people.

God continues to change me through people’s stories. The stories that have reached my heart in recent years and change me are those in the LGBTQ community. There is so much to hear. I  resisted at first, because it might cost me something. However, there is so much to hear. Their stories matter. Their pain and struggle matter. To not hear and to remain silent is to contribute to suffering.   And their stories are a part of God’s bigger story. God calls us to go deeper beneath what we think and beneath what we may lose to follow God and walk alongside another. Who is God calling us to hear? What are we missing when we don’t hear?

Stories continue to draw me in.  Each person’s story, heart, life matters. It is interesting to look back and to see that God has always had me on a listening journey, from reading biographies as a kid, to walking alongside people now. People’s stories continue to draw me in and I am forever changed. I am deeply grateful to each person, and to my Gracious God who holds us all.

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What Does It Mean to Really See?

Sometimes as we move through our routines, our tasks, and our days, we  miss so much of what is before us, because we are focused on what is beyond us. How many moments have we missed, because we were not seeing? Our mental to do lists can loom long, and our preoccupation with a project can keep us from seeing both the gifts in the moment and those who need to be seen. As we move through a grocery store staring at our list of items to be purchased, we may miss the person needing a smile or a sense of warmth or connection.  When we are preoccupied with making dinner, we may miss our son or daughter who just want to be heard.

When I look back, I can recognize so many missed moments. I was forever running through my list and what was next that I missed what was before me. Over time, I have been learning to slow down, to notice more, and to let go of what doesn’t matter so much. When I do this I discover treasure. It is the treasure of a meaningful conversation with someone I love. It is the depth of beauty in God’s creation. It is the light in someone’s eyes, when I genuinely smile at them. It is the gift in really hearing another. When I am attuned to the moment, I find each moment richer than I ever knew possible. It is like snorkeling and discovering wonders all around us when we intentionally pause to notice them. I have discovered joy and contentment are found in the present moment as I see.

I am also learning that when I let go of my biases and my assumptions, that I see the person before me not so much in a category, but as they are, a complex person created by God to be who they are. And thus I pray Lord, help me to really see. Help me to see beneath and beyond categories and my biases to the depth and uniqueness of the person before me. I believe God has created each one of us as a work of art, and so I pray Lord, help me to see as you do and to notice what you want me to.

What does it mean to really see? It seems it is both noticing and letting go, in order to see more deeply and  fully the gifts found in the moment. I am trying to reside there. It is a richer place.

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Examen Prayer

The Prayer of Examen is a meaningful Ignatius prayer that is often prayed daily as one reviews their day. At this link below it is offered as a way to review the last year as we begin 2015. I commend it to you.

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Advent Listening

Listening. The scriptures of advent centered on listening. God listened to the cries of the people and designed a new way. The Spirit listening hovered and filled. Jesus listened and came to us, living among us, as one of us, born of human flesh and born of God. Zachariah and Elizabeth, advanced in age, were called to listen that the gift of a baby would be born to them, when it seemed impossible. And not only would that baby be a gift to them but to the world, as he would be a prophet. Listening to God, that baby would prepare the way for Jesus to come. Mary and Joseph listened to the angel believing God’s words to them of the miracle of new life, and a Savior to be born. They showed such courage and faith, going against the ways of their time and culture. Listening to the angel, they trusted in what God was doing, even though it looked absurd and like a scandal in their day and age. Simeon listened and trusted God’s word to him, actively waiting and seeking the Messiah to come. Anna, listening and seeing, bore witness of the Messiah’s birth.
All of these people listened, listening to angels, to God, to scripture, and to each other. The journey, the transformational moment begins with listening. Listening involves intention and attention, a making room for, while setting our stuff and ourselves aside. These people believing what they heard, took time to ingest the words, to savor the meaning., to digest the truth and to make it part of them. It begins with listening. Listening is active. Listening is transformative. We are invited to listen.

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I so love this by Richard Rohr. A deepening awareness of Christ coming to us in each moment. Truly this is Emmanuel, God with us.

Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditation


The Always Coming Christ

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Jesus said to his disciples, “Be awake. Be alert. You do not know when the time will come. It is like a man travelling abroad. He leaves home and places his servants in charge, each with his own work. And he orders the gatekeeper to be on watch. So I tell you, watch. You do not know when the Lord of the house is coming, whether in the evening, or at midnight, or at cock crow, or in the morning. May he not come suddenly and find you asleep. What I say to you, I say to all: stay awake.” –Mark 13:33-37

Sadly, we’re almost programmed (perhaps by childhood conditioning) to hear the Gospel in a threatening or punitive way, as if Jesus is saying, “You’d better do it right, or I’m going to get you.” With that outlook, we are likely to largely miss the point in this passage. This is the bad fruit of using religion and Scripture to threaten people into love, which is actually a total impossibility. Most people who start with fear stay with fear and never get to the higher motivations.

Let’s try to hear it in a much more exciting and positive way. Jesus is not talking about the second coming of Christ. He’s not talking about your death, either. What he’s talking about here is the forever coming of Christ, the always coming of Christ, the eternal coming of Christ…now…and now…and now. In the above passage Jesus says this clearly: “in the evening, at midnight, at cock crow, [and] in the morning.”

You see, Christ is always coming; God is always present. It’s we who aren’t! We’re always somewhere else, at least I often am. Jesus tells us to be conscious, to be awake, to be alert, to be alive. It’s the key to all spirituality, because that is the one thing we aren’t. Be honest. Most of us live on cruise control. We just go through the motions of our daily routines. We wake up and we repeat what we did the day before, and we’re upset if there are any interruptions.

But, in fact, when God has the best chance of getting at us is in the gaps, in the discontinuities, in the exceptions, in the surprises. This is what it means to be awake: to be constantly willing to say that God could even be coming to me in this! Even in this! Saying “Just this!” has become a new verbal practice of mine. I am learning to say it even amidst the things I don’t want, I don’t expect, and sometimes don’t like—in the evening, at midnight, at cock crow, or in the morning.

Adapted from “To Be Awake Is to Live in the Present,”
Collection of Homilies 2008 (CD, MP3 download)

Gateway to Silence:
What this moment offers is the grace of God.

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Thanksgiving Reflection

Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays. When the kids were little we would create a Thanksgiving tree. Each day of November we would fill it with handmade leaves of things for which we were grateful. Then on Thanksgiving Day we would offer those leaves as our Thanksgiving prayer. It was a wonderful prayerful exercise to be aware of how much we had to be thankful for. Of course when the kids were young, the leaves contained names of toys and favorite foods and friends. As the years went on the Thanksgivings evolved to include broader things. When they became aware of homelessness and hunger, they were grateful for food and shelter, and volunteered to help those without them. When they became familiar with war and the loss of life, they took a bus to Washington D.C. to advocate for peace with their dad.
As Thanksgiving approaches tomorrow, I can’t help but to reflect on the last year. There have been significant losses and grief has companioned us on much of the journey. We experienced the loss of my mom, one of our dearest and most treasured friends moved, and discrimination and hatred became a personal experience, to name only a few. It has been a hard year. And yet, there have also been gifts in it too.
This year has deepened us and taught us. It has crystallized what is important and crystallized what is not. Like flour being sifted we are learning to let go of what doesn’t matter and cherishing what does. I was recently blessed with visits from two cherished friends with whom I share 30 years of history. There is nothing like sitting with someone: who knows you and your story through and through; with someone with whom you don’t have to explain yourself; with someone who sees all the good and not so good and loves you anyway. What could be worth more than that? People matter more than things and jobs and image. People matter the most. We usually only realize that when we lose someone. We learned again that speaking up for what is important and what is right, is more important than fitting in.
The losses this year haven’t just been personal. They have been global and communal. We have been shocked and dismayed by the discrimination and hatred targeted towards the LGBTQ community which resulted in approximately 270 transgender persons being killed in the last year. We have been disheartened by the 91 school shootings since Newtown, and the lack of gun safety laws. The message it sends is that guns and the right to own or bear them are more important than our children. We have been angered by the expansive divide between different parties that put politics before people, caring more about having power than helping those without it who they represent. We have been appalled at the increasing violence towards women worldwide. And we have been heartbroken at the rampid racism in this Nation, of which Ferguson is symbolic. We have been deeply saddened by the church becoming a continental divide over issues, rather than a place of compassion and acceptance, which is reflective of the God we love and serve.
It has been a hard year.
So as Thanksgiving approaches, for what are we thankful? What would fill our thanksgiving tree this year?
What fills us with gratitude and inspires hope are the hands that join together to say that systems cannot do this the same anymore.
What inspires hope are the voices being raised to educate others, so that discrimination and hatred lessen so that more people learn to see the person next to them no matter how different, as a fellow human being and a person of great worth.
What inspires hope are the people and organizations that speak with a prophetic and compassionate voice, while seeking to change systems so that they embody all of God’s people.
What inspires hope are those who have taken risks to speak against all these things, in order to make a difference.
Black lives matter. Trans lives matter. Each person matters.
What inspires hope are dearly loved and remembered people like Martin Luther King Jr., Oscar Romero, and Richard Carlson who were and are prophetic and compassionate voices and persons of action who embodied justice and inclusivity. They stood with the downtrodden. They walked beside the oppressed and stood up for them and we will never be the same because of them and the difference they made.
What inspires hope are those who walk in their footsteps continuing in this ongoing work.
What inspires hope are people like Laverne Cox who continually speaks to raise awareness of transgender issues and rights. How grateful I am to her.
What inspires hope is that even though we are as people, works in progress, God loves us as we are, and continues to work within us and between us to heal and transform us.
What inspires hope is that our God is truly, Emmanuel, God with us, who walks beside us through all that this journey brings and who loves us one and all.
It has been a hard year, and yet there have been gifts in it too, gifts that will fill our Thanksgiving tree.

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The first time Bea came out to us, she was in high school and I was serving as an associate pastor in a church. We had wondered if she was gay, but somehow we were still surprised to hear it. So I told her, “Why don’t you pray and live with it for a while, and see if it still rings true.” I genuinely meant that, and at the same time, John and I didn’t really want this to be her reality nor did we want it to be ours either. We greatly love both of our kids, Andrew and Bea, and have sought to consistently show them. We had just envisioned life going differently.

Because my relationship with God matters most to me, I intensely sought God, reading, praying, and talking with godly people whom I loved and respected. I asked myself as much as God, What do I do with this? I wanted to honor God. What I loved was Bea’s confidence of God’s love for her was solid throughout. She said to me, “Why wouldn’t it be okay for me to be gay, if God made me this way?”

While I loved that, I confess I spent too much time being afraid of losing my pastoral position. I knew my denomination’s position on human sexuality and wondered what it would mean to them or to my church if they knew Bea was gay. So I asked her to talk with supportive friends, but not to talk about it openly at church. I regret that now. I let my fear get in the way of what was best for Bea.

I continued to seek God from the depths of my being. As I did, I felt the Lord direct me to just love and accept her. He showed me what mattered was to love my child as He did. That was the bottom line. That was the turning point for me. It allowed me to let go of my fear and to just love her. I was filled with God’s peace.

Around this time, Bea went to a Christian conference. She was listening to the speaker challenge teens to take off their masks. She was texting me from the service, telling me that she couldn’t live behind masks anymore. She needed to be free to be who she was. I affirmed that and told her that she did need to be free. She was worried about my job, and I told her it didn’t matter anymore. What mattered most was her.

When she came home, I asked her if I had made her carry my stuff – and the secrecy I had asked her to live in because I was afraid of losing my pastoral position. She was quiet, and I knew her answer without her saying it. With tears in her eyes, my heart broke. I told her I was sorrier than I could ever express, and she forgave me. I told her that if she needed me to, I would leave the pastorate because she mattered more.

While this part of the story is filled with pain, it was also met with grace – God’s grace and Bea’s grace. I was deeply changed through their grace. This journey has not only deepened my relationship with Bea, it has sensitized me to others on this journey. However, it doesn’t end there. That part of our story was seven years ago and our story has continued to expand.

Bea came out to us as a transgender person just over two years ago. I began to suspect a year beforehand, which I believe was God trying to prepare me for it. When she came out to us I felt an inner confirmation because there had been many moments throughout her life when I would notice something – little things that don’t even make sense unless it is your own child – and I would wonder about it. When she finally came out to us, it made complete sense. It seemed congruent with who she genuinely was and is as a person.

And even though God may have been preparing me for this, for my daughter to “take off her mask,” I remember seeing a transgender woman a couple of years earlier and struggling with that. God brought all of this back to my memory when Bea opened up to us. I then confessed my sin to God.

You see, with God’s help, I have come to see all of these moments differently through the grace of God. Transgender persons are people of integrity. They are living on the outside what is on the inside. That takes more honesty than most of us are able to express, and it takes greater courage than we will ever know because the discrimination, the hatred, and the violence towards them are astounding given the number of homicides each year.
Think about that for a moment. It is hard enough to come out, but to come out knowing what they will be met with, hatred and discrimination by society, loved ones, and most gravely the church, for just being who they are. Tragically, 41% attempt suicide.

Statistics show what helps transgender persons survive the most is the love and support of their parents. Bea experienced God in a profound way when she embraced the truth to herself that she was indeed “she.” She experienced God’s blessing on her as God’s beloved daughter. It was a re-birth into her true identity. John and I put together a renaming ceremony to mark this life-changing event, and invited those closest to her. It was meaningful to celebrate with her in this way, as we worshipped God and blessed our daughter.

John and I deeply love both our kids and it has become a mission and priority to not only show them, but all who are on a similar journey like Bea, that they are loved and that they matter for just being who they are.

We have all heard the stories of LGBTQ persons whom have pleaded with God to change them, and it didn’t happen. We have heard the news stories about kids who commit suicide because there was no one to love and support them, or because they were bullied. What is astounding is that there are many kids living on the streets who have been kicked out of the house because they are gay. I believe that breaks God’s heart and it breaks John’s and mine.

God created us all in God’s own image, no matter what gender or orientation we claim. God deeply loves each one of us and invites each of us to the table as the beloved of God. I am deeply saddened by the way parts of the church at large have communicated the opposite, not only judging but excluding them as well. I believe this breaks God’s heart too. When we deny LGBTQ persons who are beloved by God, from being a part of the church, then we are denying part of the Body of Christ from being in the church. How can we turn away from Christ Himself?

We as the whole church need to genuinely listen and to be a loving, welcoming, safe place, just like the God who calls us each by name as His beloved.
I am grateful to those who have been a part of my transformational process and for God’s ongoing work within me. I had to quiet my fear in order to hear. It freed me to love as I have been loved and to extend grace as I have received it. In the stillness I heard God’s great call to love and to trust God with all else.
Sometimes it takes quieting ourselves so we can hear, and trusting God so we can let go of our fears. As we do, peace and transformation come. We are then free to love as we have been loved and to embrace all who are made in God’s image.

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Safe Place

We all need a safe place to be ourselves, to come as we are, knowing that we are welcome.  There doesn’t seem to be many places like that , where we are seen and heard for who we are. So many places in society and even in the church are filled with filters  to keep those different from us on the outside, or that judge them as less than.

Jesus did it different. He was compassionate and filled with grace. He was loving, understanding, and welcoming.  He walked with those on the fringes, to show that they mattered.  He raised the status of women and Samaritans. He touched the untouchable,  thereby healing lepers emotionally and physically.  People were empowered by Him, healed, and filled with hope, because He saw them and loved them.  Jesus was and is a safe place where we are loved and blessed.  What could be more empowering than Jesus’ love?

This is a safe place, to come just as you are. It is a place committed to being filled with Jesus’ love.

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He Meets Us Where We Are

Sometimes when our lives are full of worry, it is all we know. The worry and stress can engulf us. In those times, when our hearts hurt and our minds race, it even seems difficult, if not impossible to concentrate, let alone pray. If we can pray, our prayers may be just a few words, “Help, Lord.” or “Heal him God.” or “Deliver us.” Short phrases inhaled on a breath, during a time of need.
During such a time for me recently, I was reading in John 20. It is now the third day after the crucifixion. Mary Magdalene goes to the tomb, and finds it empty. She runs and gets Peter and John who race to the tomb also finding it empty, except for Jesus’ grave cloths. They leave the tomb and return to where they are staying. Mary, however, remains outside the tomb crying. She looks inside the tomb again and sees the angels and talks with them, but doesn’t really “see” them either. She then turns and sees Jesus, and again doesn’t really “see” or recognize Him. Instead she seems frantic, thinking someone has moved Jesus’ body. She doesn’t yet understand that Jesus is alive again. Overcome with grief at Jesus’ death, and worry with His body seemingly moved, she isn’t able to see anything else but her own grief. What a natural place for her to be. How could she be anywhere else? Her dear friend and Teacher had died. No wonder she was overcome.

How many times have we been there? When grief and worry overwhelm us, engulf us, how can we notice anything else?

What is so moving is that Jesus knowing this, meets Mary right where she is at. He doesn’t rush her. He isn’t impatient or disappointed with her. He knows she is grieving and overwhelmed, and so He asks her question, “Why are you crying?” He invites her to name her pain and to express her grief. And then He gently asks, “Who are you looking for?”

As Jesus so often does in the gospels, He asks a question, meeting people where they are at to give them the opportunity to name, to name their pain, their need, and what they are looking for.

So in a time, when I was overcome with grief, when words were hard to pray, except for short phrases, Jesus met me. I had been so busy praying, that I didn’t recognize Jesus at first. Then He nudged me, like he did with Mary, when he called her name, except for me it was with an inner sense. When He nudged me, I looked up and around; and I was able to notice Jesus and the ways He had answered me in my grief. It filled me with hope. He opened my eyes to his presence with me and his love for me.

There are seasons and moments when it is hard to see, but be of good courage. You are seen and heard and so loved. You are not alone. Sometimes we are reminded of this truth in the eyes, and voice of another. So if you need someone to believe for you, I do, and others do too.

Jesus said in Matthew 11: 28-30,
“Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

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Light in Dark

Have you ever been going through a dark time and wondered where the light could be found? Has there been a season where your eyes  were filled with tears, even unshed tears, and your heart, with heartbreak? Did the questions seem endless and the answers few? Did cries of lament arise up in you, feeling like they took up all the space within you? Did it feel like grief was your constant companion?

The last year has been that way for me. It has been one of loss, one right after another.  They have been significant losses. Like during a hurricane season, it can be hard to recover from one before  having to prepare for another. I have been through other hurricane seasons of life before, but not quite like this one. In this one, grief has been a constant companion. A gift that I gave myself, was time and permission to grieve. The grief, anger, heartache is there whether we acknowledge it or not. Sometimes I and maybe you, don’t want to acknowledge it for fear that it will overwhelm  us. It is in acknowledging it, feeling it, expressing it, that brings us relief.  I decided the way through it,  was through it. So I let myself sob and cry out to God, the questions that burned within me, just like the psalmist who cries out to God, “How long O Lord?” “How long until you hear me or answer me?” It is hard to describe how helpful it is to cry out to God in this way, but it brings relief like nothing else does. It may not be immediate. It may be a season before relief comes. However, I believe God has included the Psalms of lament in the Bible (Psalm 22, 25, and 27, just to name a few)  to give voice  to our pain when we are in such  a season. Even when we don’t know what to pray, even in our anger towards God, God gives us the words to pray. Simply amazing.

There are moments when we don’t know what to pray or we simply don’t have words. Another thing I so love about God is that even then, even when all we have are our sighs and cries and silence, those are prayers too. Because we have this promise in Romans 8:26, 27, “In the same way, the Holy Spirit helps us when we are weak. We don’t know what we should pray for. But the Spirit himself prays for us. He prays with groans too deep for words. 27 God, who looks into our hearts, knows the mind of the Spirit. And the Spirit prays for God’s people just as God wants him to pray.” God knows what in our heart, so even when we can’t pray, the Spirit prays for us.

It is true too, that during seasons like this, it is difficult to walk this path of grief alone. Sometimes we need someone else to walk beside us. I am grateful for God, my spouse, my spiritual director, and a few dear friends who have walked this  journey with me. I am also grateful to my church for its love and support.  I also know that sometimes we shoulder things on our own. Maybe it feels like too much to name the pain out loud, or we fear that people will be tired of listening to us.  I understand that. A part of this last year has been that way for me too. However after the tragic loss of life of Robin Williams, please if you really need someone, please name your pain out loud to someone who is a safe person for you, or reach out to a spiritual director. You really do matter so much. You matter as you are. You are created in God’s image and God loves you so much, so much that even when you are in pain or angry with God, God gives you the words to pray in the Psalms of Lament.

Sometimes God surprises us too, in the way God meets us where we are. In a recent moment of time, when I didn’t have the words, and didn’t want to burden someone else, God met me in a song written by Diane Warren, sung by Celine Dion,

Because You Loved Me

It is as I look at who God has been for me, that God lifted me up, because who God has been for me is reflected in the words of this song. God has been the light in my dark, shining his love into my life.  It can be encouraging to look back and see who God has been to you, if  you are in a place where you can see that. We aren’t always in that place. Sometimes we need other people to believe for us, when we can’t believe ourselves.

If you are in a hurricane season, I hope these words can offer comfort. May God bring comfort and peace to you.






Lyrics to Because You Loved Me by Diane Warren

 For all the times you stood for me

For all the truth that you made me see

for all the joy you brought to my life

for all the wrong that you made right.

for every dream you made come true

for all the love I found in you.

i’ll be forever thankful (baby)

You’re the one who held me up and never let me fall

You’re the one who saw me through, through it all


You were my strength when I was weak

You were my voice when I couldn’t speak

You were my eyes when I couldn’t see

You saw the best there was in me

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach

You gave me faith ’cause you believed

I am everything I am because you loved me


You gave me wings and made me fly

You touched my hand I could touch the sky

I lost my faith, you gave it back to me

You said no star was out of reach

You stood by me and I stood tall

I had your love, I had it all

I’m grateful for each day you gave me

Maybe I don’t know that much

But I know this much is true

I was blessed because I was loved by you


You were my strength when I was weak

You were my voice when I couldn’t speak

You were my eyes when I couldn’t see

You saw the best there was in me

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach

You gave me faith ’cause you believed

I am everything I am because you loved me


You were always there for me

The tender wind it carried me

A light in the dark, shining your love into my life

You’ve been my inspiration

Through the lies, you were the truth

My world is a better place because of you


You were my strength when I was weak

You were my voice when I couldn’t speak

You were my eyes when I couldn’t see

You saw the best there was in me

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach

You gave me faith ’cause you believed

I am everything I am because you loved me












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