Tuesday, November 19, 2013 (6:46
a.m.)
Blessed Father God,
I love You. I confess to feeling
disillusioned. Disappointed. Frustrated. Will You talk with me this
morning about the things that will give You glory instead of the list
of moans and groans I thought I'd bring to You?
(3:54 p.m.)
And talk to me you have done!
Father, thank You! We started off
almost immediately by singing
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