Let my prayer
come before you, Lord.
Daily I call upon you, O LORD;
to you I stretch out my hands.
Will you work wonders for the dead?
Will the shades arise to give you thanks?
Let my prayer come before you, Lord.
Daily I call upon you, O LORD;
to you I stretch out my hands.
Will you work wonders for the dead?
Will the shades arise to give you thanks?
Let my prayer come before you, Lord.
Luke
9: 57 – 62 Jesus answered him, "Foxes have dens and birds of
the sky have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to rest his head."
Where am I most at home? Do I ever feel like there is nowhere for me
to go to rest?
Action:
Make a plan to rest.
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