Hello, my dear ones! I have been fair-weathering and have long since left you here. I am very sorry, loves... I always pray that none in my circle of influence judge my Father God too harshly by looking at me; it could never be fair. When I have forsaken, He remains faithful. When I have forgotten, He remembers. When I am failing, then is He victorious. All that is good in me is solely birthed of Him; all that is bad is simply a reflection of my failure to embrace His presence in my soul. So look on, my friend, and mark the measure of a man in looking at me, but know ever that my faults are mine alone to bear and that my merits are solely Christ's. I pray that my life may be lived in such a manner as to be worthy of His high calling; I desire that honor only would be brought to this Name most beloved by my heart... Good night, my dear ones... and thank you for continuing to stand beside me. All my love...