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Your time. Your body. Your words. Your worship. Your marriage. Your family. Your life. Friends, there's an enemy looking to tarnish and desensitize you to the sacredness of every one of these things. Don't fall for it. Hold fast to God. Even if it means losing things along the way.
Grow me, strong and firm, as the hardy oak tree stands Mold me, soft and gentle, as the clay inside Your hands Bridle me, sober and discreet, as the dead broke horse Raise me, sure and mighty, as the waves that crash with force Sand me, smooth and even, as the timber in my room… Continue reading A daughter’s prayer
Erica Dansereau 