Saturday, 11 August 2012

I spread out my hands to You; my soul longs for You like a thirsty land. —Psalm 143:6

As the deer pants for the water, so my soul longs after You, You alone are my heart's desire and I long to worship You.
Lord, please don’t allow comfort or worldly success to keep us from seeing You in every detail of our lives.

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