Dear God,
On this day when we meet to discuss how the numbers have disappointed those in high positions, help me to remember my purpose on the planet. On this day when we meet to discuss our growth goals, help me to remember our Creator and the meaning of growth. On this day, when we're likely to hear blustering fear about the future of budgets, help me to remember where my riches lie.
Let me be the salt, the yeast, the light. If I must stand in the breach, let me not be torn to shreds, let me not drown.
Kristin
but bestows favor on the humble
1 year ago
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