Monday, June 24, 2013

I waited patiently for the LORD;
He inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the desolate pit,
          out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
          making my steps secure.

                         Psalm 40. 1-2

(God does not intend for us
to live defeated lives.
He is our rock.
He is our dwelling place.)

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