Thursday, February 5, 2015
(6:51 a.m.)
Holy Father,
Thank You for the very first
hint of praise this morning. You know if I was still sleeping or if I
was already waking up when it began. I was aware of it immediately.
Nothing I had to strive for. It was just there. Thank You. Praise
You.
(7:49 a.m.)
Still praising and thanking
You. And now standing in the gap.
Prayer is needed Father.
Mental illness, bad choices
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