Memory Verse; Adonai is my portion and my cup.
You cast my lot. My boundary lines fall in pleasant places
—surely my heritage is beautiful. Psalms 16:6 TLV
Acts 6:8-7:60 Psalms 28
This is for you: for all of us who have watched as our bodies and our minds and our very being were commodified by the people in power, and even as we gained influence and strength, we knew our value hinged only upon what we might do, how we might produce, all the while knowing that a physical or mental collapse could hasten our own destruction. So we keep going. (fbclid=IwAR1BGX7Hls5kiYS46IAS1bc7rqbcRa7Q82ouUekkuYILLh3IWkLg45IxCeg)
Lord, train us to hear your voice. When it is time to grieve, help us to grieve. When it is time to rejoice, help us to rejoice. When we grow weary, be the strength in our weakness. And may your most beautiful and perfect will, not ours, be done. Amen. (Commonprayer.net)
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