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Jul 28th

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Jesus, Savior, pilot me Over life’s tempestuous sea; Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treacherous shoal. Chart and compass come from Thee; Jesus, Savior, pilot me. While th’Apostles’ fragile bark Struggled with the billows dark, On the stormy Galilee, Thou didst walk upon the sea; And when they beheld Thy form, Safe they glided through the storm. Though the sea be smooth...

Jul 25th

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i long for better days - twofrontteeth →

“Everything now seems to be a blur. The childhood dream of better days are diluting, as each day goes through the titration of life, and neutrality is the new state of mind. You think you’re gonna be, yet you are in the days of being.”

Jul 25th

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Jul 25th

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Jul 24th

and the point of it all is this: Love to know him personally. and then everything comes from that Lord to know what this means: that all else is loss

Jul 22nd

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"Beloved, let us love one another."

all for All

Jul 15th

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Jul 14th

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My mother was sad a lot, but at communion her sadness was different. It was as if communion was the place her sadness could be heard, and the place where it could end. Communion was where she took her longing, and that’s where her longing was met. Years later I suspected my mother’s longing for God was fueled by the lack of love from my father. Perhaps our loneliness can never be...

Jul 14th

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