Thank you holy spirit for whispering to my soul the life that the father has for all who let go and trust in his son. May you be glorified in this age and In ages to come. Your sweet breath of creativity energizes the weary and brings color to the winds. May the winds paint a story of a life so lost without the father that the father is all that is sought. Use me to the purpose that you created deep within my being, and purge me of myself so that your glory be shown. I no longer want to live life on my terms. Hold my hand in this. In your sons beautiful name, amen.