Roaming these fields, I see all you provide, Lord: sunshine, rain, wind, resources. You are source of bounty.
Narrowly on my own path, walking alone, what is it that I need? What particular providence is mine?
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Am I distracted, that you grant me focus? Frightened in the face of duty, that you grant me courage? Weary, that you grant me strength?
You provide to the world, Lord, and you provide to each equally, individually, personally.
Thank you, Lord.
– from the mountain
Consider:
What am I provided, that others may not need?
Reading:
“Grace is the unmerited favor of God.” — Jonathan Edwards
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